Writer’s Death: Doors shut, windows forever open
Sight: Absorbing life through a pinhole
Writing: Crafted hallucination, ordered, recorded, seen
Music: Crafted hallucination, ordered, recorded, heard
Trip: Manufactured hallucination, disordered, unrecorded, lingers
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Love: One plus one equals one
Family: Two halves multiplied by infinity
Home: Hearts big enough for friends
Hearth: Heart of a home’s warmth
Ship: Time bottled, shaken forever afloat
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My pencil in hand – mind set free
Erasing the chains binding me
Safe in my world of poetry
A better friend there cannot be
No rhyme or reason there’s to flee
No shackles of society
No meter of conformity
No question of sincerity
No judge, jury or guilty plea
No door can stop my slender key
I’ll wander through infinity
Another side of life’s journey
Draw lines that know no boundary
Return with words for all to see
Arrange them well – create beauty
Then thank my little piece of tree
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Getting up should be forbid!
It’s too early for a kid.
Hiding not from what I did.
Under blankets – there I hid.
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If just to sleep late – I would.
And dream all day – I could.
I want sleep, but wake I should.
Getting up is never good.
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Getting up is what I dread.
Hair is tossed up on my head.
Mouth tastes yucky, eyes red.
Cold piggy’s dangling from bed.
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Then they’re tickled by my dad.
Got right up but I’m not mad.
Smiles and sunshine bright, I’m glad.
Getting up was not so bad.
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The End
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Go for a walk in your neighborhood.
Always pleasant, always good.
Go for a walk with mom and dad.
Always happy, never sad.
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Go for a walk with a new friend.
See new things around the bend.
Go for a walk on the seashore.
Discover new shells and more.
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Go for a walk on grass in bare feet.
Always wear shoes on the street.
Go for a walk up hill and down,
In the woods or a new town.
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Go for a walk every day.
Close to home or faraway.
Go for a walk, but not alone.
There’s time for that when you’re grown.
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The End
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