Gary Diamond Poems

What really goes on in the deep recesses of a man's mind?
The whole cluttered story of dream-filled sleep as it unwinds.
The random assortment of thought and fancy.
It's all being re-arranged by your brain.
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Some metaphors are better for making a point than others.
Some metaphors futhermore
Are for ousting your former lovers.
Few metaphors will get applause
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There is a corner of the closet where the old and the cherished reside.
I don't look there much or dust it that often but it fills me with some form of pride.
It houses the clothes that are so loved or over-used
That they are threadbare and faded from the many machines
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I don't see why the joker is such a rarely played card.
It looks foolish and dated in the pack.
But if we were absent of jokers in the real world.
It wouldn't be much good at all
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my place or yours.
much the same to me.
lets roam indoors.
lets take the train that meets me.
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empty pages, open words and a bottle of whatever you've got.
you've always been pretentious, aspire to something i'm not.
i'll be the one to break you.
to bring you to your knees.
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i could scour the earth looking for the right words to tell you.
my words hold little wisdom, but hold weight.

i believe in trust and that it's an emotion.
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i guess it's something you learn as you go along.
as most things are.
until you find your comfort zone.
or at least the nearest bar.
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my poise and my position.
will give my game away.
turn the lights out before you go to bed.
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i'm shaking like a leaf now.
and so would you.
had you been in my boots for the last three hours.
though for you 9 minutes is probably enough.
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