Will Gibbs Poems

Her lips, made more to kiss
Than to cry bitterly for pain

Certainties and their certainty decays,
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In the Duke’s hall, we sat opposed
Myself in Navy, her in moave
Our wires became crossed
Within our minds we became lost
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Crowned with an envious wreath of foliage
Our humble tree is not all it seems
We see them as living but devoid of feeling
I have seen their faces, heard their screams
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This tactful hide I clutch so fearful
Within this body, pure emotion
The leaves have witnessed all so much
Greed, hatred, temptation, joy
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Most amazing thing:
It silences the most garrulous
It gives conversation to the silent
It forces the anchorites to congregate
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To be yourself without a mention,
To lose yourself ‘gainst best intention.
I lost myself amidst desires,
To throw myself upon these fires.
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You know the place, this face u knew.
The name is lost, the mind is torn.
A familiar feature, a touch of gold,
A light that glints off looks of old.
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To make the most amongst the worst
To be the best with all the least.
To be yourself a lie retold.
The truth a secret held down cold.
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TACTILE map, raw flint and mortar,
Face torn and tugged by devoted tides
Of endless rain and vicious blows,
Rote this face to scars and frowns.
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