Michael Gale Poems

As I go throwing and bowling way down that
far off lane, With a gutterball or a miss as
I feel the pain! Good enough to be a
pro, I'll not be, They charge for shoe
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A bullet to the chest...
Don't know, that, he'll pass the test.

The test of life, his-given up for the law...
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Caught in La La land without a ride...
Can leave one inert as if inside a pool of cement.
The sadness that arises fro' this situation can keep one mentally tied...
Are we drowning in our own pool of sadness and depression?
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Ideas are draining all too well, out of reach from my far reaching, always searching brain...
This pain is caused by this great strain on my very own fast moving
soul train (of the imagination) .
Twas not long ago that mine own brainal power was all so like being magic...
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Lurching bag worms crawl all day in sunlit hour...
Cocooned baggage eat human flesh and sour and devour.
Listen for armied marching of cocooned legions...
Hasten out word to spread outward far and away.
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Swaddling clothed in blanketed hay...
In a manger, be, to save the day.

He was born, to save the soul of man...
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Is this bottled up TENSION? ...
Doth drink of spirits help he rescue one or more lonesome maidens?

No courage of heart...
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Forrest's foliage flourishes as branches
out...The wild animals hide and peek their
heads all about.Forrest trees can turn
ablaze...From this smoke, eyes can be singed
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My loved one seems so far from my heart, As
well as the farthest that we are apart!
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As i sit here and listen to a wife who ruins my life...
On many an occasion i have heard her say that 'she wished she were dead'.
I on the other hand, wish that i was dead instead...
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