The sparkle of sun
Dancing in river waves
The joy and the fun
Lost in a broken haze.
The twinkling sparkle
That once lit our eyes
Has grown still and dull
As we moved to the lies.
The river's dance is dry
The sun veiled by cloud
Our eyes too sore to cry
We fade into the crowd.
Behold our crystal gaze
No laughter in our soul
Still-glitter of empty ways
When living in hell's hole.
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These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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