Saint Cynosure Poems

Jumbled words inside my head,
collected from the books Ive read.
Paper sheets by the millions,
vowels and consonants by the trillions.
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I have no direction,
belong in no place.
Like a big pile of nothing,
just taking up space.
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Mom disapproves of miscegenation,
but only of one certain color.
But mom its fate that rules the heart,
and connects two souls has lovers.
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Mean old man upon your stool,
how is it you can be so cruel?
Has life thrown you a dirty path?
Must every being feel your wrath?
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Seems I always think of her,
as so does tick the time.
The sun it burns away the day,
and she stays on my mind.
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We breath by seconds,
move by minutes,
and live our lives by hours.
We count our days in squares of paper,
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My ratable is tertiary,
thats where I fall in line.
Although I try for number #1,
Im not 2nd best most times.
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The birds they sang before the songs,
that men now sing together.
The trees they all but swayed along,
and made the rhythm better.
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She used to dance around the yard,
and get lost within her songs.
Until her life did turn for hard,
and everything went wrong.
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What you have brought I found amiss,
wrapped inside your deadly kiss.
Eyes of lies your heart has told,
not even once you lips have spoke.
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