Smoky Hoss Poems

I find more and more
That I need
Less and less
Of the things
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A vision or a dream
Which does it seem
Perhaps both, probably neither one,
Either way, come the day and dark is done,
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So many faces in the lines
on the ceiling above my bed,
I lay here seeing
autostereograms created in my head.
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A severe sadness has entered the room.
Cold, dark and sinister.
Now we find we cannot see
where we are going.
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Walking alongside a beautiful creek
I heard a rock singing.
I went to it, and listened.
The sound, a voice divinely dancing;
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That old Maple
just outside the window,
daily I look at it, and it, daily looks
everywhere.
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I've travelled my heart
far and wide,
followed tall tales
that my mind tried -
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What, makes a person
melancholy blue?
Falling leaves
and autumn sun,
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Time,
Like a rhyme
May be found pleasing,
But, the wonder of what comes next,
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I run across souvenirs of the mind
here and there, from time to time,
I think how we enter the world not knowing our name
how we're born lonesome souls, and will probably die the same;
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