John Zeller Poems

split personality
dragging me around
dragging me in circles
calling me a clown
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seconds tick by
seeping into minutes
blending into hours
fading into days
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freezing my tears
next to my fears
in a cedar box
i hide in the attic
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spinning through the corridor's
of your timeless mind
getting lost in your dreams
tucked away in your rhymes
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I'm a misguided missile
shot to the moon
hanging with the cow
the fiddle and the spoon
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This time and dimension just one of my own
A bottomless pit in an indefinable zone
This cross I bear I must drag to the sea
And allow my own dreams and desires to crucify me.
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sun shining through my back door
wind blowing through the front
curtains tangled on sunlight
as my mind is blown shut
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Carve my name in marble
this name I will never see
add some roses and a skeleton
in memory of me
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Its the breeze that turns my sweat to salt-sickles
as the burning sun reaches yet another epoch lost
I alone self combust ignited by fury
pushed further on, fueled by the winds cost
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This world, oh this world
Why? Why? Why?
do they hate us so?
want to kill us so?
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