Pablo Gonzalez Poems

Perhaps in another world my friend,
perhaps in the wake of a violent storm
in another galaxy
by the heat of another sun
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I've been in No Land
washed up at the shores
of our subconsciouses
...

The string on your bow, rang a tune
as your silken hand released the tension
An arrow in flight to start the revolution
The silent cries of fallen soldiers
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I've sown sails out of worn out clothes and patches
I've made my rudder out of broomsticks and matches
my crew consist of different versions of me and you
If they shoot a hole in my ship, i'll restore it with glue
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Perhaps my words fall from tongue
like honey from a child's fingers
sweet and innocently,
curious and with guilt
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