Will B a Poet

I live on the atmosphere,
created by others.
Nourished somehow by life's curiosities,
contradictions & promise.
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An instrument of pleasure
vibrations for the palet and the plate,
a flower,
whose colour and beauty radiates,
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I lay a foundation of thought
& start constructing some concrete
evidence for my ideas
so that I may build bridges
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I dont want to look at you for too long.
It might cause me to lose my humanity.
(ignoring your words)
I dont want to desire you.
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Somewhere inside an adult is trying to escape the child.
Intent on becoming their true self.
Independent of adults who do not understand,
Because they are too close, claustrophobic & controlling,
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The beautiful army
marches over the hill
vibrant colours
& upturned trumpets
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What were you, as a bud
did you cause others to reminisce
on lost youth and growing old.
In full bloom did you turn heads
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Prayer Flags?
Bamboo canes support a screen
labels & instructions in between
on how to grow your own sweet-peas.
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Prayer Flags ragged with trying
to send there message
like a gambler staying form
relying on the 5 elements
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Old Mc Donald had a farm Ai Ai OH
and on that farm he had no pigs Ai Ai OH
with a wind farm here and a wind farm there,
everywhere a wind farm, Ai Ai OH
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in the jazz bar, their music portrays a picture, we all struggle to see, through the fog of our imagination.
Canoes are rare in cities, so our thoughts have to stretch all the way to the wilds of Canada & the torrents of water cascading over rocks & rapids, populated by those large leaf like boats for one, fighting to remain upright.

Which brings us back to the city, as many try their best to remain upright, in the torrent of humanity that struggles on a journey, to its destination.
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I have many feelings locked away, if I let them loose, whole share with me.
They're locked away, Locked away, Locked away.
If I laugh, will you laugh too, & share my warmth,
I hope you do.
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Your beauty's budding glory brings full delight,
keeps heads turning on their humdrum way,
agree in full bloom you are a glorious sight,
as hearts rem-anise on their own heyday,
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The year has just turned, so
get some warmth and hope,
as. you turn those pages,
of disappointment,
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I've been told, I'm different, my fingerprints admit my guilt,
and testify to that.
But in regard to genetics don't even start.
Because neither have the scientists
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THEY SAY CHEESE HAS A LONG CHAIN MOLECULE.
That explains the long queue at the cheesemongers.
I've been a fool for being disappointed in being given cheese
when wanting chocolate.
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People, rice grains
cultivated in the factory
appear on the
official menu
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In the summer sun, the barbies are soon simmering and their smoke signals are shimmering in the building heat.
They are sending messages to all who are ready to read the mood.
SOFT WISPS TRACING THEIR WAY THROUGH THE TREES CARESSING THE SKY AND OUT OF SIGHT.
Were lovers, lost in the moment, allow us to enjoy our special time together.
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I'am Nature, and I'm going to sue you,
for trying to impersonate me.
you wear clothes that steal my colours,
with beautiful flowers and green leaves,
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This world is a rolling stone, covered with earth, travelling through space and time on a fixed trajectory, tilting its head at the universe, like someone of high status, saying look at me superior in every way.
Search the universe for my likeness, and you will find barren pretenders to my throne, hiding shamefully in the shadows.
Search this world and find a cornucopia of delights, that make me put a Faberge egg to shame, for I gave birth to them and more, from my glorious store.
My stones build cities and temples to false gods, even the real one does not require them, just hearts full of Love towards each other, as we are all made in his image,
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