Lynne RBC Poems

Caught in the vastness of space and time,
How do you find a match of the truest kind?
Where HERE crosses distance and NOW skips the hours,
Where LATER is for parting, to delay a minute longer.
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His gaze seem to question the truth in all I say
But his smile reassures me to say it anyway;
His words are pure honesty - open and trusting
His ways has no pretenses - what you see is what you're getting
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Didn't I tell you?
I am no machine!

You can't just format me
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right in the middle
of red and yellow
i know
you have to go
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I met a soldier.
He said
there is a
thin line
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You asked me that
then
opened up the world to me
or
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I am not on a diet,
and you don't need to offer,
Go ahead-
Double dose that tranquilizer.
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Hesitate not to penetrate
like a wide-eyed kid
who eternally flips the pages.
For surely he can never unravel
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I've been warned
there's no stopping things from happening.
People leave
You can only grieve
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This clutter needs to be arranged.
I see it on my desk
but I know
it's coming from my brain
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