Spell Shifter

There are so many things I do
that I do not want to do
There are so many things I want to do
that I am not doing
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I guava tree, furnished gently by the sun,
in summertime this tree had become my fun,
my home, my hideaway, my brother, my all:
The rippen fruit gave me strength, gave me love.
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Looking through my ersatz drapes
beyond the world of flesh and bones
beyond the world of love and hate
beyond my dreams and hopes
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look
look closely
there's something
something you hadn't seen before
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at night
what is that I hear outside?

heavy eyelids
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I reached over for my watch,
however, I don't have a watch.
I had a watch before.
I remember.
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FEAR is the millstone, and confidence is the grain,
that we, willingly, place under the millstone's weight.

What if we do? , what if we don't? , we'll never know
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WHAT is happening with life?
What with me?

I'm free,
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Clouds hovering over town
just barely above the steeples
and the rooftops and the treetops
just barely above it all
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My world is water
two beads of water form my eyes
an eye of water is my heart
a constant wave of salty motion is my tongue
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The morning wakes with a sunny smile,
with the giggly song of birds and wind
it brings with it; with the smell of oceans
and the taste of bread, with a mist of coffee,
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Poetry is
a smile painted into words
eyes described as magical doors
lips turned into fountains of love
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I never really liked picking roses,
or any flower for that matter.

Once, I was told I was a stranger
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Most of my childhood
memories are
a lot of day-dreaming
spiced up
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SEE the water? there's the water
it's a river, an ocean, a lake, a pond, a tear
see it there? over there! that's the water
it's ingrained deeply into the universe
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Sing a song
that leaves me for deaf
a firey tune
that burns my heart
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The pencil is always calling me;
the words are always forming like a storm;
they push me on to that blank safety
where I can always jump cry be happy and morn;
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My lips are wanting a kiss from yours,
a touch of madness that most call love.
My lips are wanting to say your name,
to touch your skin and burn with it.
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Today was just another day
in which I ate and drank and worried
(as opposed to some Holy words I once read) :
I also prepared for lasting til tomorrow;
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