Derick Stinson Poems

With a flutter of its wings the butterfly has drawn me in,
The drizzle of the nectar sweetens the pull of when,
The beautiful creature has to speed its search,
Of other colors and sunlight that doesn't hurt,
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Once there was a wolf who had decided there were no other wolves in all of the world for him,
A world that couldn't understand what he desired, all that he had wanted,
Imaging what was a perfect world and that he was the only one and what he imagined was just a film,
Who through the facade of love was always confused, disheartened, and haunted,
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As the sun radiates my body with warmth and heat,
Thinking of what is within reach, what I have let pass,
The heat gives strength; the light gives what you seek,
To grasp what should be yours and your given right to amass,
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As the sun radiates my body with warmth and heat,
Thinking of what is within reach, what I have let pass,
The heat gives strength; the light gives what you seek,
To grasp what should be yours and your given right to amass,
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Ascending time with perceptions of the sense's interpretation of a collective of the mind,
Spring forth a shackled viewpoint of reality coalescing into a solid state of frequency,
Locked in a field, the disturbed energy meshes with forces that solidify the bind,
Allowing a further compounding set of structures to form naturally with what eyes see,
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To him these are strange and darker times of anew,
akin to the rare viewpoints there can be found a few,
whom understand the complexities of humans and emotions,
but for some these are hard to handle, it's a vast ocean,
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The strains of the world on my shoulder the beast at my back
I am trying to fight it, the swirl of inconsistencies and Hot to cold,
It just seems that I am fighting a Megaton locomotive on a one way track,
Blossoming of truths and dirty shallows of resentment a sight to behold,
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To sit and wonder how it all came to exist, how does this body form,
Open your hands, really feel the substance and flow of blood,
The slight tingle of reality starts at your fingertips, pulsing up the arm,
In line with your heartbeat, warmth emanates with a flood,
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Raising the sword of vengeance the bringer of death waves truth in your face,
Beads of sweat, torments of yesterday with possibilities of a crime without a trace,
Who is that dark one that continues to stalk me within hallucinations of a dream,
Realities blur with velocities of bullets, hot with action, and the perpetrator a fiend,
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Through troubled times when most give in to the weakness,
The night is calling and the storm shows a distant bleakness,
You reach inside and call your inner hidden strength,
Negatives and darkness enters your thoughts and makes you think,
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