Daniel I Brown

Like a brainstorm it’s surging at the top of your mouth,
A true poets endeavor to find a voice through his shouts,
Something concrete… solid… understood through and through,
A statement worth relating and aspiring to…
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You have taught me so many lessons,
That I cannot forget…
The days we always spent together,
Those years that we both spent…
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I sit upon this thinking stone,
A symbol of my aches and moans…
Tedious groans of discontent and fallibility….
Transpired and transformed by creativity,
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We’re clearly searching our extremities,
Hoping for a limit to our answers,
Praying for a line to draw upon…
Fortunately time gives nothing directly and we find ourselves disappointed, Formally finding ourselves at the start again,
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More bad news today…
Nothing more to say,
Nothing more to do but look for a clue…
How to cure such a sickness?
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What I want and what I see,
Seven images laugh at me…
A twist to chance, I turn to tell
Another road that leads to hell,
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