Alice Anne Gordon Poems

No being of creation
can be your soul's content.
Love and deep relation,
support the self's ascent.
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Tree lined avenue, walk in the park.
Foliar, white-greens and yellow.
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Page up! I want to scream and shout!
Copy, cut, paste I start to spout.
Ostentatiously I try to comprehend,
The message that I want to send…
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The difference between how it is
and how it might have been
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I sometimes think I can hear them cry,

And then I imagine them laughing.
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Can’t do rock,
Can’t do rhyme,
Can’t pay the call man
Coz he’s outta’ time
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Love is the last man standing,
Love is the last message taught,
Love is the true understanding,
That was never caught,
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malformed, mangled, manipulative mind
subconciously secreeting
subtle scents
of insecurities and fears
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men and women
equal in value
different in worth
equal in worth
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I drift and dream between inventions
of worlds that are not there. Illusionary, intentions
bearing down an unreal calamity.
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