Josh Alfred Poems

Time is like a heavy weight,
slipping slowly till its gone.
How it with no heart hates
Passion when its strong.
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The surface is silent/
But the fishes are playful/
Like thought beneath/
The apathy I appear to keep.
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Sunshine

In my eyes
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If I were to wonder right
Would I have much insight?
If I were to gather stars
Upon my pupil, in membrane bars
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What flickered in
My mother's mind
Given to mine,
Was of a God, loving, kind,
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I sink deeper
Diving, thriving within
Minding myself,
Reminding myself
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They say, "all has a reason,
Where cause and effect apply,
To someone that's done something, "
But I say "to blame is the flutter
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Fashion this my passion
The marrow and bone
Of my disquieted soul
The curly outline of my
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Like lightening over the ocean
My good ideas are far away.
Like life buried in a coffin
My good ideas are buried deep.
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