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Marcell Porter Poem
I myself, thought it was given to all.
First to admit , " I must be wrong ".
Each and every second, it is proven to me.
Not all are as fortunate, as they claim to be.
To impress, try and make one like, is the definition for what they do.
In the eyes of on lookers, all we see is fool.
This fact is proven, regardless of gender.
Male or female, ignorance wont discriminate, it doesnt matter.
Senseless to the world, just as mad as the hatter.
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Marcell Porter Poem
I am life, living
past present
today tomorrow
now then
never always
yes no
asset or liabilty.
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Marcell Porter Poem
As each day goes by, I see your face.
The thought of you, brings needed light to this dark place.
Before you, my soul was lost, and confussed.
A novice at love, and the joy it brings.
Your here now, with you comes new found bliss.
Inside my heart, was a slow to sprout seed.
Which is maturing now, off your love it feeds.
I never knew, that one could make another feel so complete.
Like a bird flying through the air, you get the sense of being free.
From young to old, and old to new.
Reasons to be thankful.....just a few.
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Marcell Porter Poem
Why do they do, what they do, when they do, what they do, to me.
Alone in a big room, all by myself.
No one to talk too, so I have but few words to say.
I just sit alone and draw pictures, with no pen, no paper,no crayon, nor marker.
Just me all alone, wandering in the dark.
Mind racing at top speeds, miles per hour unknown to man.
Just me all alone, yelling questions to the dark.
Thinking, pondering, asking myself.... how did I get here, what did I do?
No answer comes forward, like no movement in park.
Closing my eyes, I surrender to the dark.
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Marcell Porter Poem
Each day gets harder,
to do what I did the day before.
In the begining change was scary,
now it passes like salt at a full table.
L.I.F.E. four letters.
Love
Independence
Fulfilment
Experence
Short term goals, set during your entrance.
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Marcell Porter Poem
Listen, you see that ?
Listen harder, I know you see it now.
Look over there, quick.
Did you hear that ?
Tell me, if you can see the sound I see.
If you can taste what I feel.
Speak without talking, move without walking.
So many things, with not enough stuff.
Hot not cold, on but off.
Death brings life, to those who are open.
Closure is loneliness, knowledge is light.
Fear is confusing and power is sight.
To answer a problem, you didnt even know.
To speak about places, you didnt even go.
Reading is much, if you know what you read is more.
Copyright © Marcell Porter | Year Posted 2005
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