Michael Walkerjohn Poems

Four score and
seven… plus three
perceptional objects
of heady faculty, one easily
...

Only
in an
america
swollen with
...

(/ˈɪnsɪpɪt/)

"it begins"
explicit ("it ends")
...

eternal waiting
understand, you willed to change
your best path I chose
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struggling for truths
by finding ‘the golden keys'
whimsically maybe
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Poetic writes speak volumes too,
this profound nature of humanity;
expression's glyph or determination's rift,
each soothing rhyme or base profanity;
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Script of soul, is bled to page,
from mind to point of pen;
thoughts, of mind's intent to find,
an answer from within;
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We know not
what to do right
the moon, stars
and planets
...

'Please allow me to introduce myself'...

'Alone in this dark
my heart feels me...
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