Thomas Ware Poems

Dark,
Red,
Maroon,
Violent violet aura,
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Ransack the ideals;
Convert the children;
Leave the room a hero;
Subvert the visions;
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Sanity is truth,
And it is uglier than you,
I wish that I could be insane and lay these troubles down,
Be excused,
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I make threats,
And no one listens,
But I don't think they understand
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I'm always so afraid of saying
Things, posting things, making things,
I fear it is never good enough,
That I am not good enough.
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Evolution has made us this way:
We think it is our intelligence that makes us human,
No,
It is Endurance:
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The cold snow rains down,
Hardens hearts and freezes minds.
The cold snow rains down,
Chilling souls and taking lives.
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Taking your shot, and missing your mark,
Time after time, flashes illuminate the dark,
And still the enemy comes, failure just keeps coming,
Spent shells litter the ground, and you can't hit nothing.
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I want to make something beautiful.
I want to make somebody cry with joy.
But yet I fear I have no skill,
And work will not avail me in this void.
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We watch. We wait.
We are the keepers of the gate.
We are those who hold night back,
Though ever foes assail us with weapons black.
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