Stephen Thomas

Slouched across this rusty rail
Watching water collide.
Chaos caught churning
The sound of war -
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Oh I still feel the cord wrapped around my side
And though I push it away, I know
It can’t be denied
As I passed, and your hand was thrust into mine
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Make it simple, sweet
A collision of thoughts
No common pattern
One word, or two
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The cold sudden tap of a perfect finger
Gathered round my back
I turned like fall to winter
And fell like snow to the sensation of your being
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If you ask then I will say
I'd like to stay in bed today,
And for once succumb to sleep
To dream of lands so far away.
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Poetry walks;
Bright colors complimenting
The cool shades that fall into place
Above long lashes
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And if you’d see it fit
To give me a chance to compose
A short subtle verse
A tree of life, perhaps
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“Fairly odd; the lives we live”
She said
And I’d reply
“I’ll scream to that”
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Fairwell faith, security
Fairwell living legacy
Fallacy and anarchy
Divorce the truth,
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Clock strikes three
(What happens at three?)
No morphing
No monsters
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When the sun meets the land
And all things turn gold,
Then, will I smile -
Will I attempt to turn
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The sky turns hollow,
And mountains to ash.
Time spent exploring human boundaries
Turns beauty to chaos,
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A tear runs along the lines of her life
Distaste drips
Mingling with makeup
A thin veneer to protect her eyes
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Plastic life seeps down my throat
A melted mess
A call to cool and mold
And I can’t breath
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