

MindDon't try to delve inside my mind The canvas is too dark to find amongst the cobwebs thick and cold lay artifacts you've not been told Thoughts of ages come and gone And times we all will soon be on Prediction of the past, remembrance of the future. Descriptions that defy our culture Different values from the norm To meddle with all that is not born Don't try to delve inside my mind You might not make it back out.Mind


ThereShe stood there with auburn hair Dark eyes, mysterious a stare, imperious that gaze entrancing as we continued dancing without making a move and nothing else to prove she smiled in the sunlight we spread our wings to take flight I clipped my own to fly right She spread hers full despite And we stayed with one another flapping at full speed. Tired and tongue tied a small outcropping I spied. We took a rest from the weather Two birds of a feather And consoled each other tightly Now I fly in the full torrent as she waits for me. &nbsThere


Satisfied... nowCan I smile at what is mine I will not stand to be benign Some say success will come in time But I am not convincedSatisfied... now
The trees and fish will sing with woe As all that hear have come to know This festering wound is pain to grow Retribution soon will follow
The easy path is not so far though missing greater things you are Inside this air conditioned car The climate never changes
But on the outside things adapt life is slow to change at that Intelligence is like a gnat upon a the winds of time
Man doth say he is the master &


time, time, and time---we're fading nowtime, time, and time
the fall leaves are tumbling out of their weathered, sagging boughs their attempts at liberation to leave their crumpled bodies littering the ground to crackle and crunch under bicycle wheels and automobile killers
---we're fading now
the fruit branches are filled with late autumn fruit shrieking and sighing as it rushes to the ground, to rot and become one with the earth, once again once again
we used to say we were killing time, but now time is killing us
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"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"
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Somedays it's a good day to die
And somedays, it's a good day to have breakfast.
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Que sera, sera.
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All the best from the Phillipines,
Anthony
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Anthony Asael
Founder of Art in All of Us
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Feelings, that's all poetry is- Emotions on paper. Your heart poured out in little words that only mean something to you-Feelings no one will ever understand.
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Feelings, that's all poetry is- Emotions on paper. Your heart poured out in little words that only mean something to you-Feelings no one will ever understand.
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