Peter Sugura

In the picture of life, where do I stand?
Over by the workers,
scrapping daily,
just to make it though each day.
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Movie reels spin
passing over a river of smoke
moment fall into a day
Illusions sweeten dry time
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yesterday the little dipper overflowed
orion's belt melted into the sun,
a secret was told as altas dropped the earth
Today a dreamer saw a stranger in the mirror
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living tomorrow today is forgotten
climbing a stairway to heaven
each step farther from the last
a spirit cries to be free as others
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The sky cries to water the earth
A mother dies giving birth
Life chases it's tail called death
The baby takes his first breath
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Once, I was someone people enjoyed,
didnt lie
brought the light to others,
But look at me now
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ever wake up and your body feels new,
head is cleared of the negitive and filled with the positive,
the dark corners of your room don't appear gloomy?
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a poem should write itself
it comes from soul bound emotions
pulling and tugging
then stapling them down word by word
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Unable to see the path
laid out,
living in endless
fog
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I hardly know you,
you hardly know I,
but bound to you,
couldn't tell you why,
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you don't know me,
well maybe... as words on a page,
reading the words that make my poems doesn't make you my friend
you can adore them or repulse them
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Always by my side
Stuck together, the Bonnie to my Clyde

To be honest, I don't know where I'd be without you
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Everyday is a little sweeter with you
I only wish i could do the same too
The halo around your head you call hair
Makes me stand motionless as I stare
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I've stood silently long enough,
glaring into an empty culture.
we are people that stand for everything,
but stick with nothing.
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The rain falls
The trees drink
I sit to hear rain fall close, and far
The fog slowly pulled up, back to the sky
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