Patti Masterman Poems

The whole world sleeps in rust;
Flaking layers off the top,
The new pushing through the bottom,
The ones above just wearing off.
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Ok, but just don't fool yourself
Who you're doing it for-
It's all for you; writing is the selfish,
Dreaming contagion of fools
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a deep arcing spirit,
forgetting of sleep;
there's no need to fear it,
these secrets I keep.
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If you were a gentle lover,
The world will be gentle with you;
But if blows, harsh words
Your couplings marred-
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Time wears your heart on its sleeve,
And age with your face, can't deceive;
Beauty and charm, the gift to disarm-
As years pass, your assets will leave.
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We grow large like strange fatal weeds
growing alone down here
birthed from what we may never know,
blown near or far the tidal ponds of life’s beginning-
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Strange how the mind shifts
to raw skullduggery,
when things take a turn
to bad, on the brink;
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False starts apropos
Of slated demise;
But still through the keyhole
Keeps looking the eye:
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Truth goes deeper than some rhyme,
Love goes deeper than a valentine;
A love which rests its weary head,
When every other hope is dead.
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I steal the ghosts, from others words;
I lift the toast, things seldom heard
A breath from one goes out, and then
Another creature breathes it in.
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