Jon Payne Poems

' Never a sight more enticing or virulent.
The bright light in front of me.
Nothing like what you could imagine in your dreams,
But like in reality everything is really what it seems.
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When he had reached the top of the stairs
The reflective panel stood before his eyes.
He saw in it his own reflection as well as
The image of another who stood at the
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The lightpost lining the street
Doesn't provide a glow bright enough
To maintain a healthy image of myself
For those that pass by.
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As I fell from the tower
I could feel the cool breeze
Of the wind grip me
In disappointment.
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I miss the sonorous living we once had.
Now we're just perpetuated shadows of
What we used to be, the best elements
Torn out of us and cast out into Space.
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At dawn, the whispering sun rises..
Beams of light jittering across the land..
Temperature rising slowly..
Such a sight is so grand..
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Maybe it wasn't the right time to play that song.
Things are more backwards than forwards,
some things even ended up sideways.
In it's splendor it lacked acuity and thus meaning.
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