Timmy Curran Poems

With the eyes of
someone older
it is a lesson
in the art of
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Becoming one of the people,
slowly but surely, their culture
is seeping into me, once so in awe
of a breathtaking scene, now taken for granted,
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A quiet lonely bar, on a beautifully lonely day,
has a thing about it that brings reflections and tranquility,
that a sunny street cannot convey
Here there's collection, recollection and other
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When the time it
comes, to acknowledge
old age, the bitterness
will no longer enrage
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There´s a thing over
there, I see it through
the haze of the air
Past the trees and
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No, not today, no need
to see the charred, chopped
up face, it´s only today,
forgive me Scarface, not in
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Troubling days, don´t find their
way here, an ignorant bliss
is what is resided in, no attention
to be paid, but a glance so quick
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Blindfolded and brave,
the streets can be full
of love, paranoia and hate
A Muslim man, lets his
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A perfect fit for a wandering mind,
aren't we all in these days and times
They call it surfing, but its simply gas
mental burping and the time has passed
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Loyal as the sweetest friend
my horse, my protector
The best of the lot
only fleas have a
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