Austin Wheeler

I watch a blue jay watch the day.
I've prayed for those while they did pray.
I never really know what to say,
But I won't wanna stay as i grow gray.
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Do not read this poem, it will only waste your time.
It won’t affect your life and it won’t help mine.
And just like cocaine, it’s a waste of good lines.
The only person to read this had nothing good to say,
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They like to be civilized, these cavemen with braces,
(And I didnt forget cavewomen!)
But still the savages with places
To go
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Every time I accthidentally thpeak,
My audienthe jutht thtareth.
And It'th not becauth I reek,
It'th because no one really careth.
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When the American colonists are free,
To the utmost humanly degree,
And are pulled from Mum's sour teat,
We will rise to our own bare feet.
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On the starting line of the race,
During a day clear of all thought,
I glanced up to the canvas of space,
And froze from a sight I had never sought.
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I crept into the room an alert mess.
My battle buddies were clearing the other rooms.
I passed the entryway and the door slammed like the mallet behind me.
I pivot and there he was.
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A true melody possesses an eagle's wings of its own.
The bare downy region of its back resembles a throne.
Chaotically sending the lucky to an untapped zone.
Companion to the isolated, no longer alone.
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All men have left preposterous thoughts in the water closet.
Temporarily tucked away from the world's perpetual descent,
Peace in equilibrium is reached despite the scent.
Reminds us of our timid domestication; dont know what the cause is.
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On the verge of new life,
A grand party is thrown
Substance is the atmosphere
No definition of strife
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On Awards night, I'll be in the back corner.
Faces are lit, wealth is spread to our winners.
I spout unrestrained Truth, Sojourner.
I had hope enough to skip my dinner,
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A Soldier leans back in his seat,
Behind a screen and creates a new disease.
To palm the world; watch it slowly die at your feet,
Could not make me any more pleased.
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He rests in the center of an underwater room,
On the ship which met its subserviant doom.
But why does his drowned bouquet still bloom?
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I'm an individual.
I devour til I'm full.
I know all.
Blame it on school.
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I'm always everpresent and available,
At least until I really am nonexistent.
Yet I am only everpresent because of investment,
And only available when unaware.
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From a high tech funnel, her soothing Latin voice,
I can hear.
Her tone says that my eyes and hands will be blessed not by noise
If I appear.
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If the World could end with laughter,
It could be a giggle or roar it doesnt matter,
Cause we leave this place hand in hand,
And after here is the hereafter.
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