Erica Brett Poems

O piggy bank of precious gifts,
What priceless pennies do you hold?
My love suppressed within my heart
Against a world of lonely strangers.
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I once knew a man who thought he was God.
He stood down by the corner of Timmons and Tay,
And he waved to travelers and gave them a nod,
And pointed them to the right way.
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Strike metal, Hammer,
Forge tink tink think.
Choose a path
From clink clink chink.
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Look around you,
can you see
the strangeness of
Reality?
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Sometimes, I find myself standing in a crowd of strangers
and I am alone, on the coast of an undiscovered land,
looking over an exciting jungle,
all green and growing, writhing in a fertile tangle of vines and ferns,
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A breeze sweeps through the rustling leaves
Like the breath of an old man dying,
Speaking and creaking to and fro
Beneath the murmur of his children sighing.
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I am a man of ego,
I worship only the god in me.
I kneel before no other,
For I am my own majesty.
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Turn me not to ashes,
For fire is no friend.
Flame may burn with passion,
But it brings too quick an end.
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I once thought to pity the proud.
Poor people! All day stuck in a cloud
Of arrogance and perfection
(what a tasteless confection,
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The infant boy is hidden 'midst
A thousand screaming creatures,
Who one by one are kissed away
Upon their precious features,
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