Scott J. Shepard

Freshman - 773 Points (03-29-89 / St. Fransis)

Scott J. Shepard Poems

1. The Hue Of Pressed Voids 1/28/2012
2. First Step 2/4/2012
3. Beauty 2/10/2012
4. Retrospections 2/10/2012
5. La Renaissance 3/1/2012
6. Tear Eye 3/1/2012
7. Kingdom Come 3/1/2012
8. Hand Of God 3/1/2012
9. Sad Song 3/15/2012
10. Malicious Jaw 3/15/2012
11. Sympathy 3/27/2012
12. Boys Don'T Cry 10/31/2013
13. The Ripened Breath 10/31/2013
14. Attendent 10/31/2013
15. Young Street Races 10/31/2013
16. Something Different 10/31/2013
17. The Law Of The Land 10/31/2013
18. Keeping It 10/31/2013
19. Palm Reader 10/31/2013
20. Here 10/31/2013
21. Sound Adjustment 11/1/2013
22. Falling 11/1/2013
23. On Speaking To Silence 11/1/2013
24. Instilled 11/1/2013
25. When Angels Fall 11/4/2013
26. Under The Impression 11/7/2013
27. Understanding Direction 11/7/2013
28. I Used To See Indians 11/8/2013
29. The Way They Herd 11/14/2013
30. Step Work 11/14/2013
31. The Temptations Of Deliverance 11/14/2013
32. God's Touch 11/14/2013
33. The Way I Couldn'T See 11/20/2013
34. Censorship 11/20/2013
35. The Stain God Suffers; The Way God Speaks. 11/20/2013
36. House Of Cards 11/20/2013
37. Which Way 11/26/2013
38. Two Prayers 11/26/2013
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 ...

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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

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