Tyler Mason

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Colors, colors everywhere
Colors all around

Reds and purples and blues are there
...

Scorched and charred.
It took all and every atom there...
Of to be vanished,
And only to the world's end
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A scowling wind in the dimlit sky
A swarm of eyes and an evil sneer
A poor man hung and left to die
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All day long I sit on the limb of a withering old oak tree
'Loft caverns of clouds and sterling shrouds
I watch till the Sunlight's wee
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Milady said she spoke too softly
diamonds dancing on her tongue
Milady moved her fingers lightly -
from her fingers rubies hung
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6.

Idle stars at the speed of light
Devoured divine at dusk’s delight
And tempests tremble at only the sight
Of castles crumbling in the night
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My love, I search for you in my dreams
But never can I find
And things are seldom how they seem
In my illusive mind
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High amidst the sinking sands
The dust collector sinks his hands
Into the strange, bewildered lands
Where not a single timber stands
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A joyous woe, A woefull joy!
Oh happy sorrow proud and coy!
In gloom and glee and direful lament
Be always with your life content!
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10.

At the tip of the mountain saw I, a flame
as brilliant as a thousand suns
And I haven't a clue, for who, to blame
For when I climbed to the top saw I, none
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Summer she saw
and the swing was empty
She called to her mother
with nature's voice
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When I’m dead and still at last
There will be flowers strewn
I’ll be flickering and fading fast
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O! New Year
lo!
New roots to bloom anew!
Lest we wither...alas,
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Inhabit the brain with telltale imagery...
For metal breeds in dark places.
So, thenceforth, journey through bright brilliant skies...
Clouds laced intricately in a macramé.
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Wishes lie beneath cloaks of eerie wonderment
Guarded by the uninviting truth
Lifting the veil
Removing the mask
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A tight-woven birch basket
Weary with wear
A God-given garden
An orchard lass fair
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Janus: the God of doors
Across the sea; opposing shores
Tarnished knobs of glitz and gold
The ancient isles of ash and coal
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Our bones, though brittle, draw us forth
To journey on another day
And Mary's milk may keep us strong
And God will never turn away
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Carry on, wings
Over soil and sea
For death is in the fen
To gather, to garner, and give away
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War is won though never fair
Those fought the war to fight
But bells clang and clamour somewhere
And echo through the night
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The Best Poem Of Tyler Mason

Where's The Silver?

Colors, colors everywhere
Colors all around

Reds and purples and blues are there
But silver can't be found

I look around, and now I've found some yellows and some greens
I look until my eyes are sore, but silver can't be seen

I look unto the vibrant clouds, but there's no silver lining
Where is all the silver that the miners should be mining?

There are no silver bells a'ringing
The silver songbirds are not singing
The orange sun hangs in the air, but I can't find silver anywhere

I look for hours, look for days, look for silver anyplace
But there always seems to be another color in it's place

I've given up this useless search
There is no silver left to find
I dropp my head and start to cry
When out of my pocket falls a silver dime

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