Rince Wind Poems

why did you come into my life...
or were you always there...
why do we stumble upon things...
or do we knowingly walk the way they lay...
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Freckled with inconsistencies I am
looking for a love so perfect
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withered in love and a breathing pain
hoping for a summers rain

to dissolve all that was once constrained
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I don’t know what’s more killing…
to live or to die at the hands of living…

These days I have been trying to find refuge…
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Is it something in me that I fear
Or is it your aloof'ness that steers me more near
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Have you ever had dreams...
Of a bright yellow plastic bench in a dark-green forest
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thy thoughts, my soul
like summer baked clay, I hold
for cracks are many, but few visible
in this cockled mold
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In the pond of drowning time
I am an unformed pebble dropped
by a fumbling hand creating ripples
which don't travel far or last long
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I collected thoughts even when the words weren’t around
and to convince them to myself I had feelings
which never turned me down
then she came around and I filled her with figments
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Like a white flower found
on the bed of a deep blue sea
I lay awake as my body sleeps
lost in thoughts and in its own fascination
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