Andy Barrette

I'm amazed that, as I've grown,
I have made this house my home.
All the things that I can see
bare a subtle piece of me.
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Lately, I've had much to do.
My boring days are surely through.
My actions pouring from my thoughts
bring ample obligations bought.
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I thought I'd write a funny poem
with rhythm but no rhyming. Gnome.
And so I find myself writing
about nothing important. Sting.
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What is a family, ideally?
A mask or a mirror, really?
A group that you cannot escape
or starting line, at any rate?
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I never really liked the mirror,
what it showed to me,
for, in the mirror, all I saw
is all I'm meant to be.
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Am I here or am I there
with purpose or without?
Am I a person or a pencil?
What am I about?
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I'm strong because I ail.
I'm strong because I cry.
I'm strong because I ache.
I'm strong because I die.
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The title of a trance song
is much more than just a name.
In fact, it is a vital factor
of this genre's game.
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Restless nights of wakeful work,
that put my mind to rest,
too often sabotage my morning,
dampening my best.
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If you were to ask me
why I can't recall my dreams
I'd tell you that my focus
is on more important things.
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The wilderness, it beckons me
to come inside and stay.
It promises a better life
of simple work and play.
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I always thought that, one day,
love would show itself to me.
Even so I searched and searched
as far as I could see.
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I'd like to think that I'm a dreamer,
ambitious, a true believer,
but what really makes me better?
Am I average to the letter?
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Why are you reading
instead of writing things yourself?
Daily self expression
is quite good for mental health.
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Belly, please just let me be.
Take your hands from my throat.
Release me from your painful grip
and leave without a note.
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I sure do miss the good times
when I thought I couldn't love.
Back then my keen ambition
and endurance was enough.
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When the supply of wet mud
forms a layer on your skin
and the ample grass creates a plant
right where your face had been-
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I miss the avid wonder
and feeling of majesty
of looking out over a great landing
unbeknownst to me.
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I just came to a park bench
where I planned to sit and write.
It looked quite adequate
until it came into the light,
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There's something 'bout a runner
that will always speak to me
in a very spirited way
that I cannot clearly see.
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