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Mathieu Hotte Poems
Words of Time
Substance of existence, a breath defined, birth of wisdom, words of time.
A Strolling Man's Journal
A strolling man decides to sit, checks his time, rests his hip.
Hours of anxious, I tend to tire, face pending expression, relief, the coward.
A child is born, takes a breath, a heart beats a rhythm, behold, creation.
We, The Endower
We stand on the soil of moral growth, we bleed to sprout, and heal to know.
In times of abstract givings, I worry I'll end up staring at all that shines upon the lines of sanities limitations.
Live With Agreements
Today, the hours will watch the minutes play tic, and the seconds play toc.
A rising man gives his legs, to me.
Menacing thoughts invade this good I thought I was cured. Guess I missed the double blink, of deceptions, 'sure'
Bring us here to listen, leave us here to reason.
Comments about Mathieu Hotte
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Words of Time
Substance of existence,
a breath defined,
birth of wisdom,
words of time.
Places and faces, the listening crowd
swallow the words,
Conflict, we learn
compromise, we progress
we find ourselves.
Talking, teaching, showing the youth
the conflict, the compromise
the impeccable truth.
Word of wisdom,
words of time,
substance of existence,
a new breath defined.