Scott J. Shepard Poems

To he who takes and divides light from gloom
And counters deflection thru moral dissection
Such tales of a hollow youth whose voice is only afore.
Whose longing might measure latitudes
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The high handed hold reached forward
splitting the air. “Understand? ”,
you would ask me.
“Even the fog walks on water.”
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Touched that which tried again and again.
A sense that bends the earth and ripples,
raised the grounds.
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Tapping took to a grave noise.
A solitary rouse of the sun made
its mark down in the hollow.
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Spilling the outsides of God
was never a Sunday for him.
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To roam the carousel was a painted face that
strung itself up and then what heavy weight
it took turns between themselves
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But first in the dark,
it was rigid to think better
with the sense of then stepping out.
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The wild conquering of man;
the individual man - an earlier philosopher.

Black and white.
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Maybe, within the roads that
turn, tumble and tanker;
they start to see and combine the fierce
fortress of destination.
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"I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn darkness into light before them and
make rough places smooth. These are the things I will do;
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