Rodney Russ Poems

Your blood pumping body organ has ceased to be
Never less, you stand high with might wonder in the eye
You are the mighty myth, great Sphinx
Let your people go
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I'm standing
In the desert
A golden vulture
Flies over my head
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Death is finally here.
The knock at my door
Is forever clear.
A knocking continues
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I disseminate rigor mortis
In quid pro quo for
A hereafter clink
Or a dumdum to the crown
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Winter called, the day wonders longer
Just as the winds breathe stronger
For the birds begin their journey south
Soon the climate changes come about
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Delightful to the eyes
On a sodden September
Without a hullabaloo,
A gathering camaraderie
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The mind allows you to see things clear
But our conception of reality is nowhere near
What it appears to be
For we can hear voices in our head
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I gazed at a volley
Stream falling from a high place
Darkness after daylight
My eyes captured a staring beauty
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