Gabe Florsheim Poems

Truth is Relative;
True for me is lies for you
In eyes of lies
the truth is bent, but
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Are we not pure?
was it as I deified? I sat, I saw...
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Life, or mine, is just like flowers,
Swaying in the autumn wInd.
I'm light and free and nonchalant
Towards angry weeds, who spring from sin.
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A half of me wakes up at night
Set to fly with midnight crows.
For the half awake, I wait asleep,
With one eye open; one eye closed.
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Love as a function: (You + Me)
Parenthesis, binding us, though, in truth,
We need not for we cannot be separated.
Without an answer for time is yet to tell us.
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I remembered the rain…
the day we sat together
watching the rain drops dancing before us
on the window before our eyes
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Why’d it happen yesterday?
You fly away into the night.
There’s no reason left to stay here,
But you’re still dancing in the light.
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Life has Limits.

A warrior stabbed is as good as gone,
But in his place became a song.
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