Michael Gale Poems

As the winds of time sweep across my shores,
Wrinkles and age seep into all pores.
Hands of clocks creep faster and faster,
Accompanied by illness, a cancerous disaster.
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Darker and darker of life's emptiness.
Quickly and slowly all drains all till it's less.
Sharper and sharper and deeper it cuts.
Life is no longer a great bowl of cherries,
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Getting back onto my feet, Can feel so good
and lovingly sweet! As i try to better
myself, Stubbornly trudge forward without
anyone's help! Up onto my feet i do so jump,
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Rose thorns prick at finger's carelessness
mishandled, causing blood droplets to drip,
This in turn leaves stains of red, Pain and
discomfort, soon does follow, A pained, sorrow
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Sparrows of lucite while being lost in
flight...Resembles a star-man diffused
dully of the light-not too smart or bright.
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Watch silently as I place my heart, hard against your hard glass wall...
Will my love, sorely stall?

Will it penetrate your force fielded angst...
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A moon all bright that filters down to Earth...
In all it's light, Love's own birth.

A birthing feeling of awing of heart...
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Sweet memories are the scent of the heart...
Always smelling sweeter as we share each
other's memorised part.
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The monotiny of the day...
Influences each person's adverse individuality toward's others.
The Sun commands mere mortality of men to slide down a
spiraling poled path toward's death...
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Long swigs of that bourbon bottle thirst's to thee...
Saddened forlorne memories 'fess fro' me.
Anger rises fro' days of past...
Hateful unforgiveness can last and last.
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