jolenish fiber Poems

Waiting is for dogs,
anxiously whinning
and standing erect,
full attention and ears perked.
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Give me just a crumb,
so desperate and pathetically
yearning for just a taste.
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Why is it called that?
it's not in the same fruit family,
and it doesn't get get picked off of pine trees.
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Stay quiet, stay sweet;
stay reserved, stay discreet.

Open you mind
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A wave is part of an ocean,
the ocean part of the world.
A leaf is part of a tree,
the tree is part of the forest.
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Reaching out, entirely fearless,
because most comfortable in danger.
Shot and bleeding, and still standing,
because feels perseverance.
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It is only through relationships complex
and perhaps a quick taste of time in my mouth
that can trick me into change...
into an adjustment in this world
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Even when I'm sad,
I smile.
My two front teeth are more
shall we say developed
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where is the weak crack,
where is the fragile inch?
Where will i find the solitude soul
amongst the brute and hardy folk?
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How is it that I see things never before seen in my unwoken moments,
in the slumber of unconcious evils?
I enter a dressing room, all white and lit, in this long hallway.
The curtains are moving, but there is no wind to move them.
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