C.R. Ebowski Poems

My body belongs in a youngster’s generation,
Free from gray hairs and age spots,
But there are wrinkles on my shriveled heart,
Symptomatic of life’s harsh lessons.
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I have always been different
Marching to the beat of my drum
And this time will be no different
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Ocean mist
Machine gun spray
Sand on my feet
Salty air
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If I could not find a way then I must try to salvage part of my day
Thinking, breathing, debating about time and the spaces between
When nothing compares with everything and no solution is found
Hide and seek, remember and forget the past and present
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I stare at this computer waiting for the perfect,
Inspirational words to flow across the screen,
But my mind becomes clouded with the darkness
That has consumed my decrepit excuse for a human being.
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Mamma said look where you walk
And speak slowly when you talk
Mamma said don’t talk to strangers
And watch out for any unknown dangers
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Secrets possess me.
Secrets define me.
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Words written
Lies told
Eyes deceive
Shattered mold
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Crash into me
Ignoring boundaries
Violators beware
The penalty is death
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There are wars that are to be won
And there are wars to be lost
There are lives to be saved
And there are lives to be lost
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