Anthony Dawson

Rookie (01/08/1970 / Camperdown, Sydney)

Vision And Words - Poem by Anthony Dawson

A man I met
who likes the odd drink
Told me to believe only half of what I see and
nothing of what I read

I try not to be the average blue collar and take
ink as the messiah, vision as concrete

I still read, look with intense eyes
I wish I had wings and the power to be wherever I
want when I want; like a ghost who can see everything as it happens
Then maybe I could believe

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  • (5/16/2005 12:36:00 AM)

    This is not good. It's almost a cliche'. If you want to see a real poet check out my stuff. Regards, Scott. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 14, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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