Scott J. Shepard Poems

To be in a world where
it's limbo cultures the real world
to be on its brim-
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Heavens apprehension took toward the
temperament placings of a Dove.

Disposition lies in a grave yard.
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Sadly,
A view that was
unable to walk on,
was a watchtower unable to
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There was some sort of power provided to us
before we knew we had any at all.

A hegemonic hierarchy of invisible will
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The imperfect absence of perfection
brought an infinite spectrum to possibility.

What it meant to exist in this early rising
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If any metaphor so amour propre
had made one a believer, so then let it be love forever.

Any of love's languages worn like the coats of
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To the Apollo Archetype, a colorful remark
was never half bad.

He had managed to skip a beat.
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The line outside the soup kitchen,
a chilling Monday's meal.
A few young scholars, a mother
and child, the usual flock and crew.
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No longer will I be this weapon of war
Save me for the arsenal
Here in this place you see me snarl
As I cry for the baby lamb
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They took cover
The mud and stone
A barracks filled with clay
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