Winston Edgar Hall Poems

Want to know what bothers me?
What itches beneath my soul..?
Ill give you a hint, I'll let you see
How I set my one, true goal.
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A biting desire exists
Amid men to encroach upon
Wooded arenas;
Creeping with care due
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The Universe is not
Perfectly balanced;
Though it is the
Perpetual strive
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Imagine with me for a few
What we could have;
The elegance of it could
Not even be permitted.
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Though you as any other would have doubts,
There is a beautiful trust amid warranted
Uncertainty that commands my entire being
Into a state of Love without second guessing,
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The intoxicating aroma of an
Incoming Autumn contextually
Fastened to the College's new
Solidarity gives out a familiar
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There is a nature of reality and you will find it
A Prevalent and symmetrical law; simple and
Synonymous with irony.
Irony is interwoven within the vertebral synapses
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Let things lie, view things
As they are in their perfect
Setting; speak up if
Something is wrong, but
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Poetry can only be itself when there is
Magick afoot. If One reads it, and does
Not instantaneously have to ponder on
Its deepest meaning, then it is not Poetry.
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Angst intermingling quite
Forcefully in a mixing bowl
With none other than deep
Introspection. Reaching to
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