Amber Glistener Poems

I feel like someone's watching me,
I'm not sure why or who,
Whether I'm on land or in the sea,
I can assure you its quite true.
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I was sitting on my front porch,
Just a rockin’ away in my chair,
When a big black truck pulled in the drive,
It was all outta nowhere.
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The land moves under me,
It stretches and widens,
Everything is exaggerated,
Such as features on a wise old face,
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Life is a song,
a mystery,
a time yet to be discovered.
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Why must I be in such a predicament?
The choice between this and that.
Which sends me to my destiny,
whether or not I may be sure of whom.
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The world is still with hope.
We have lost much else, but there still remains hope.
What few have noticed is the state that life is now in.
Hardly the sun is astonishing enough for them.
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There are those who rest a dreamless sleep,
and those who dream visions of indifference,
but the dreamers who are the most important,
are the ones who's nights remain vivid and steep.
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A beam of gold is rarely spoken,
Unless from a heart want pure,
A strife in the life,
An incision made within.
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The voice echoes in my head,
his whistling tune so solemn,
yet in my dreams he jumps about so gleefully,
an assurance that there is hope.
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The voices here are unfamiliar.
The wind here is an icy one.
The water here has a bitter, cold taste.
The people here do not know me.
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