Dylan Dowrick Poems

When all of your hope is pinned,
and the 'Preacher Within' has sinned,
don't look for the fiery love in love.
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The pack grows weary of travel,
We've walked for five days and
without love, compassion,
or sight,
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And of dreams we come.

Reconnaissance, dust.
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One. Two. I can count the madness grow as the number of people do. I can feel it. The once small group of people has now canvassed into a round, crazed mob anticipating something beyond me.
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Two battles lost since one joined all.
The transformation that took place
arose around a pre-emptive call.
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In the dawn of our disciple,
in the midst of our wake,
I find it hard to suffer,
for an inconceivable stake.
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Two lives,
split,
by intermittent repetition.
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Pain; like a ton of bricks.
Pang; someone pinched.
Throb; a bruise on my heart.
Discomfort; I have to fart.
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If i had to pick one over the other, you know it would be you;

because of the way you smile, and the way you just flew;
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Swing those elbows, smash those knees.

Put on those band-aids, roll up those sleeves.
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