Biography of Armistead Lindsey
Poet from a rural town in south west England. Old beyond typical chronological years but young by unusual perspectives.
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Armistead Lindsey Poems
It's Ok To Cry
Tears symbolize your life, They form their bulbous structure Insides of it's surrogate, Developing alongside your heart,
I do not believe, Angels do not exist, Yet three protect me here, A fourth watches me.
The Honest Value
Where does the honest value lie? You measure it with paper, The weight of metal in your pocket, Disregarding the real appraisal.
Marriage has brought this pain, Marriage to betrayal, of all commitments, The only solution is divorce: Conclude this chapter,
Betrothed To Betrayal
In an ivory gown, I waltz, To meet my maker, Or face my ultimate breaker. In the eyes of all those I trust,
Why Does It Hurt
Why does it hurt to love you so much? And know my love is not returned. It's like being the beggar in a gallery, Falling for a painting,
Hearing your voice, Made me rediscover: The wonders of smooth jazz, How the notes seamlessly,
I'Ll Be There
I'm not going to wait for you to let me in. I will be the one who stands in the background. But I will always be watching over you. I will always be here for you.
Love Is Fool
the mystery of the heart something we all wish to understand yet become baffled by mumbling fools, the creation
Eagles, Angels And Ants
Soaring above those below, So high they look like ants, Insignificant to the air. Up here it's only freedom,
Meeting With The Narcissist
Take a seat. You look nervous, Edgy, That's okay,
If needed, I answer my phone, Wait for you to talk, Converse, articulate and explain, Every thought, feeling and reason.
For so long I've formed pain, Held it within my four walls, Within the structure of myself.
If I Should Die Today
If I should die today, Only invite those whom I speak to today, Only those who you know are valuable now, Forget those I loved yesterday,
The Game Is Played
The joker graces the queens kingdom,
With laughter, embarrassment.
She observes, watches his delicate steps,
Sees the strength within his arms,
The power in his eyes.
He is a mere fool really.
She looks at her husband, his pot bellied stance.
He drinks, he bullies. He is after-all a ruler.