shimon weinroth Poems

an old southern man
his skin had turned tan
no longer white
black men delight
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branching out trees did sprout
tangled, entangled, electronic wires
sired of lofty genes, aspired to the skies
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Repartees
impaled by a sharp tongue
whipped by innuendo
emotions come unstrung
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I might, if I could
but I won't
I shouldn't, doesn't stop
the dreaming
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Architechtural skyline
monstrosity of utility
bowed and scraped
to financial stupidty
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the vice of too much
or too little
makes once not enough
or twice two much
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alone and lonely
we seek affection and company
other regarding
surrender
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there is will and there is power
and the power of will
is a will to power
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moods run from one extremity to another
starting here ad darting there
sme do bleed and some are bled
often feeding on whims that have fled
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paradigms are illusions of boundaries
we create in our minds
meridians for social sake declare
step on a crack, break your back
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