Thoughts of a Single Man Poems

I know she got that soul in her
passed down from the generations before her
as she hears the smooth jazz
that blows in the sweet winds of memory
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I wonder
what were the first impressions
of the one's who was there that infamous day
did they run or did they stay
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Yes you are beautiful
yes you are so stunning
but what attracts me the most is your beautiful mind
so intriguing and so nimble and so cunning
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I found it there
alone in the acrid desert
lost in the lonely fields of the darkened plain
un sheltered and without protection
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Her hair of breathing fire
her desire shrouded of hate
in the deepest dark of the pitch she sits
grinning in her own sinister reflection
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There is a legend in these parts about a silent solemn man
who rides upon the dessert wind with a six string in his hand
he drifts with the sand from town to town seeking those who do wrong
and where he finds injustice you can always hear his cryptic song
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Imagine
if we were all cut from the same cloth of a gifted mind
Imagine
if we all felt the warmth of the loving flame
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The wind blows through her
like a cold burst.
Random drops of dotted images
that fall like whipping rain
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The eternal canvas of life calls to us
as we dip our brushes in the pallet of emotion
the colors swirl together
and makes the stream that feeds to the bleeding ocean
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What is the weight of a color

how does one measure what cannot be held by hand
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