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Poetry: The Song of Life  

There is no rhyme, there is no reason, there is just lyrical flow of the spacial, emotional and ethereal components of life ... and death.

Here is just a short Poem written during a previous Veteran's day reflection
Here is just a short Poem written during a previous Veteran's day reflection
 
There are little eyes upon you
 
She waits for him patiently, knowing he's near, that he will come to her.
She waits for him patiently, knowing he's near, that he will come to her.
 
And then, monstrous violence inconceivable, unimagined, unholy
And then, monstrous violence inconceivable, unimagined, unholy
 
Recently, I wrote about a lesser know truth that I write poetry - when I was young on scraps of paper - now that I am older, and have the means to database these words in message for all posterity, I do it here.
Recently, I wrote about a lesser know truth that I write poetry - when I was young on scraps of paper - now that I am older, and have the means to database these words in message for all posterity, I do it here.
 
A short lesson about time and the things we should be doing
 
The spirits draft within a mist upon the river's plane.
 
Time is like a rutted road; dives deeper into depth.
Time is like a rutted road; dives deeper into depth.
 
So, I have shown you one poem, now I am showing a second. I wrote this one on a Sunday afternoon, just as I wrote this last one, but, I have no intentions to put melody to this one, however, that could always change.
So, I have shown you one poem, now I am showing a second. I wrote this one on a Sunday afternoon, just as I wrote this last one, but, I have no intentions to put melody to this one, however, that could always change.
 
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