Ludvig Von Himmelstein

Write me a poem
Write me a lyric
Write me a song
that my soul might sing
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On the edge of the water
Worrying more than ought to
river reflects back up at me
the water is cool and calm
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an angel's face
sat before me
was busy
forgot it was there
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glossy covers
inlaid slides
affording honor
and respect
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Sorrow took the bus
to town and met
Happy at the square
but Happy was too busy
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sing the songs that never were sung
this way you can never be undone
roam fields that were never harvested
this way you will never be divested
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I've beaten brains and brawn
Smothered scorn
Outlasted politics
Cut through dramatics
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conscious of every move
measuring every clause
targeting every audience
waiting for applause
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My Belly

Like a
Previously Overgrown
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The sun will shine
I know not where
But I want to be
Standing there
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A man of forty five
looks to the mirror
a boy of eight looks back
a hand reaches the medicine
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Mom's voice never changes
And when we speak on the phone
She is still lecturing at college
And trying to get tenure
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I get up before you
Spirit that guides me
Angel who looks down from above
I was distraught
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Could not bow
knowing bowing best
twisted in two
had the flu
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Yeah ye
I dare not deceive
I got to where
My brain couldn't breathe
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Depression is deep winter
Frost is slow thoughts
Winter will pass
As long as snow trodding steps
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Your life is a novel
You write each page
Dirt flies in the window
Even if your sage
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In my house
The inanimate
Have a life of their own
Appearing and exiting
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The fabric is frayed
The Edges Have Undone
The sun relentless
To coast in the shade
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