Francois Hoon Poems

O grey, grey, grey
Hopelessly trying to fold it away
My matter grey unsaned by the grey mist spray
Black and white knowledge; blinding pressure
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Realm of thought
Shaken to distraught.
Revelation newly caught
Dawning now a twilight on my thought.
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An endless beach a golden strand
Two lovers walking hand in hand
The swinging of arms
The chanting of tunes
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A ninemonth season of narcotic love
With naked veracity down to the core
Purest love it showed to be
Soft, soothing, allrevealingly.
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On Bedouin shore soft I sit and wonder
Looking over a dark Red Sea and a darker shore yonder
On pillows of content and a breeze God sent
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A subtle tongue finds its way
To places where judgement still empty lay
A screen created in the minds of many
To paint the pictures seen by any
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A dreary road that winds and grinds
You down to dirt on a trail trodden frail
When you’re walked over and stepped upon
As people pass you by
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A young boy is crumbled in a bundle small
Under wooden boards of stairs outdoor
His breath is held as he grips the ground of the floor
In his back an ache, from the angst in his heart a longed-for break
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On a dark grass lawn with fading lights in the far
Figures sit and lie, their shadows almost no more
Their mouths move to utter and consume
The time passing by as they lie and they lie
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In a timeless sphere a thought becomes born
Of something lingering in the heart of existence
A stir of emotion flows
As the thoughts in quantity grows
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