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Words scrawl
Behind my eyes-
Were words can’t die-
They fly

The world walks in circles-
I walk in a line

The outside of a circle
I stand and watch
They pass me by
They do not see-
Me cry

I stand on the bank
Of the river of time
It rushes past
But suddenly it stops-
And I start to fly
Times not passing me-
I’m passing time by

When will I fly?
When I die
How long ‘till the end?
When the rivers bend?
The answer is flying
On wings that are dying

And you’ll never know
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Inside the World

Does the pen guide the story
Or the story guide the pen?
When
Does the line end
Is the dream inside the world
Or the world inside a dream?
Why
Does the world seem
Forgotten in the streams of time
Unreachable to mortal mind
How
Can we now find
The hidden eye inside the storm
The place we truly all desire
But
The way lies in fire
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The minds eye

In the center
At the end
All things
That never happened
Are not forgotten
Tattered ribbons
Fly away
They never will be found
Questions
Without sound
A voice that never spoke
Where things
Begin and end
That never have
Begun nor ended
A bend
To reality
No friend
A mine for stories
Never told
A place for hands
That will never hold
The minds eye
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Dancing

Green ways lighting
Streetlights bright
Shadows dancing in the night
Pounding music
In my chest
Bodies swirling
With the rest
Feeling the beat
The rising heat
Sweat is running
Stars are wheeling
There’s no ceiling
Bodies bumping
Hearts ‘a thumping
It’s too much
I break away
To get a breath
Time to rest
Sound is fading
Just behind
The green ways lighting
Streetlights bright
And shadows dancing in the night
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Fleeting

Fleeting
Fast retreating
As hard to catch as thoughts
Impossible to hold
Or to delay
Its endless way
Not one day
One hour
One second-
Thoughts go through our head
Impossible to hold
As time to mold
Grow old
What’s left
But time
Fleeting
Fast retreating
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Welcome to my new blog. I'm a creative person, and I love to write poetry. That is what this blog is all about, really. I hope you like my poetry, and please feel free to leave any comments you might have!

Drifting

A boat in a river
No oars at its sides
The current flows fast
The banks are so wide
I float down the center
And look at the shore
Ghost people walk past
Their silence a roar
I use my hands
And paddle long
For I’m not strong
Finally I reach it
A hand grasps mine
I’m filled with elation
It’s been a long time
I’m walking with people
Talking as well
I’m filled with belonging
My heart seems to swell
Then my foot hits a stone
I stumble and fall
The people stop talking
No one answers my call
I hang my head
The world starts to fade
Tears run down
It’s how I was made
I’m on a bench
In a little space
The boat rocks gently
I know this place
A boat in a river
No oars at it’s side
The current flows fast
The banks are so wide
I float down the center
And look at the shore
Ghost people walk past
And I watch them once more
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