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The Race Track Of Time
There is no point running backwards
retracing stolen footprints
in anticlockwise course
time cant reverse force
Oceanus Wakes (A Pretentious Name From The Drop Of A Hat)
Blind is the ocean to the sound of its motion
As it roars with momentum of immeasurable melody
Ushering its whitecaps of sinuous elocution
Against the gold Shorelines with foam balm fidelity
A Rose Grows In The Night
A rose grows in the night
Lit beneath the diamond lights
Petals smooth in silken magic
Blossom crimson shaded fabric
A Tale Of Winters Dream
The waxing span of the silver moon
Calls to the breeze of the winters chill
The brittle arms of the lone Birch
Lay still to the frost but are not deterred
Come On
Come unite, you misfits of the shelter dark
For tonight we stand together as one
And if we let our demons become a pale ghosts
Then for a single moment we have won
Scream Of An Ugly Butterfly
My spelling is quite atrocious
And my grammar is perplexing
I'm not literately ferocious
Which makes reading me quite vexing
My Garden
3 feet high, and counting parallel far and wide
My Garden grows and overflows with weeds and grass
their nimble arms crawl up my house, and neatly bind
as coats of moss knocks on my door with earthly mass
Butterfly Words
A poem is a catch
Of butterfly words
That I chase with a pen
Within a paper mesh
I Am Not A Poet
I am not a poet
But a linguistic Beachcomber
Scouring the pleated sandy shores
For whatever grimy grains of meaning
Black, White And Grey
Tell me life is black and white
That there's a wrong and there's a right
Where good men never rot in graves
And villains always change their ways

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