Robert Stoddard

Glancing past my meat filled fork,

over the shoulder of my sweet wife,
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While glancing past my meat filled fork,
and over the shoulder of my sweet wife,
I humbly saw two cars approach;
except for hue they were made the same.
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I'm a peculiar boy, who's not like the rest.
Empowered by valor, but still never the best.
One omnipotent goal sources all of my will.
'To provide for a family whom my heart can fill.'
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I saw a crow perched on the sill of life,
he speaks in silent words.
His viciousness intoxicates your desires,
it dwells in your vicious thirst.
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Not everything is how it seems.
Mistaking truth may break some dreams.
For 'good health' generalize what I seek,
don't look for meanings I do not speak.
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In the heat of battle, a soldier falls.
Yet only the medic will follow his calls.
The rest are distracted by the “battle at hand”,
but Corpsmen, he cares even in the desert’s sand.
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Look up!
Find strength to stand,
overcome the crippling pain
as your soul drips to the ground.
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A gushing river flows through my chest,
ambition to stop it would stir unrest.
Containment is simply out of reach,
like his home from a whale who is on the beach.
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A cry wails out, its yelp tears the drum.
It flares the brain in a relentless agony.
Yet, its weeping complaint is silent,
absent to any ear but mine.
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This object of which I’ve found,
a symbol that has far off bounds.

Its color has been darkened to grey,
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Something happens when you’re in my arms.
A warmth so great that my chest burns within.
Me engine skips and grinds, and nearly melts
because it no longer desires
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There are phrases that each man needs to hear.
They need to be from someone I hold dear.
Words that endow strength and power.
That are braces against the winds upon my tower.
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Where art thou?
I mutter uselessly in charred shrubbery.
Looking upon mountainous reflections of echoed words:
Where art thou? Where art thou?
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Where is the limit of what I can be?
To what extent am I free?

Some feel they must press the line,
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There is a place where doubt may dwell
Where loneliness will tend to swell
A place with crowds that aren’t enough
Their empty hugs are always rough
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Within a world with many darks,
how do I walk without a mark?
How can I soar past tainted door,
pressing forward to something more?
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If she chooses to dropp from there,
will I be strong and catch her here?
Stupid, that’s stupid, it’s dumb and all.
Why, Why does she have to fall?
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I walk forward, like “Nephi of Old”,
knowing only of this task I’ve been told.
I’m dimly hopeful of the path I walk,
so I bend my knees and humbly I talk.
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In Humble travel I’ve met you,
In gentle words your heart was true.
Through miracles my arms you found.
Within my spirit you were bound.
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My strength I draw from tempest winds.
I reveal, to all, my kindred's kins
a sight the world can recognize
but dearest friends can bare no eyes.
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