Scott J. Shepard
Scott J. Shepard Poems
|1.||The Hue Of Pressed Voids||1/28/2012|
|8.||Hand Of God||3/1/2012|
|12.||Boys Don'T Cry||10/31/2013|
|13.||The Ripened Breath||10/31/2013|
|15.||Young Street Races||10/31/2013|
|17.||The Law Of The Land||10/31/2013|
|23.||On Speaking To Silence||11/1/2013|
|25.||When Angels Fall||11/4/2013|
|26.||Under The Impression||11/7/2013|
|28.||I Used To See Indians||11/8/2013|
|29.||The Way They Herd||11/14/2013|
|31.||The Temptations Of Deliverance||11/14/2013|
|33.||The Way I Couldn'T See||11/20/2013|
|35.||The Stain God Suffers; The Way God Speaks.||11/20/2013|
|36.||House Of Cards||11/20/2013|
|39.||A Pocket Full Of Thoughts||11/29/2013|
|40.||Never The Less||6/20/2014|
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A Little Birdie Told Him
He was a minimalist.
Like a sky without any stars,
a town busied by each our ghosts
or aims to breath in an basin wide.
He'd often ask of his own,
why the water in his glass?
A perpetual indignation
of his life and what he made it.
He had often said to himself,
could one fully quench the desert?
Need bring its sand to an ocean,
send the fish up to shore
and fill the oasis?
He would wonder about his mortality,
or if his heart was half that of a man.
If his world was so small,
not even the spectres
would feast ...
Debating The Dark Spots
The van der between
Your quantized eyes are sweet
And I’m not sure if I should move closer
Or if it would matter
That the effects of my interference
Would then make me Bohr
But we could argue over marble cakes
And search for dark places inbetween
Mistakenly convincing you
How everything will be alright