Tranquoizier

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Tranquoizier Sober thoughts of morning’s tides,  bring to all a brand new stride.  Lost forever amid the clouds  the dreams awaken now.  Letting go of feelings old  may begin the thoughts untold.  Times of rushed deeds begin,  clinging to sadness again.  Misunderstandings cause the pain.  Help me ‘fore I go insane.  Haven’t got the time … Read moreTranquoizier

Nosirrom Te Nampa[H]Ch

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Nosirrom Te Nampa[H]Ch I often forget he was shy.  Forget how like I am – this guy.  Words an outlet for trapped words.  Vocal (frozen) cords.  Liquid cure for it all.  Not for me. Value life.  Easy cure. Heavy price.  What to do? Time does call.  Genius. Madness. Helpless.  Worthless.  ———-thoughts————  Influence-good or bad?  Still … Read moreNosirrom Te Nampa[H]Ch

Moep Koobeton

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Meop Koobeton Silver rings on snow,  covering the brownness so.  Scratching gray upon the white,  inspiration is the light.  Coloured sticks.  Rubber, lead, and hard plastics.  Outcome so divine.  I remember writing this poem in my notebook in high school during driver’s education class during some down time after a written test. I wasn’t a … Read moreMoep Koobeton

The Youth

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The Youth Dusty leather boots scratching  pavement littered with  cigarettes smoked by  scruffy teens in their  dusty leather jackets  hanging on clotheslines  of their mother’s  day was yesterday  youth ate sandwiches  of turkey is a country  on rye bread  is hard to earn  wearing dusty leather  boots scratching  back on the pavement.  This poem appears … Read moreThe Youth

Midnight Sunset

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Midnight Sunset Remembering only yesterday.  Retrospect a dream.  Sugar coated final thoughts  whispering a scream.  Laugh around the morning sun,  but do not take a peak.  You must be careful round the bend  for they know just what you seek.  Tell me now just who you are.  Tell me to a tee,  and once you’ve … Read moreMidnight Sunset

Surf Clown

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Surf Clown Surfin’ on a little tide,  now you know I can’t decide  what wave I should save  just to get that surfin’ crave!  Surfin’ ‘round a little curve,  all of a sudden, I started to swerve!  I grabbed onto the port house wall,  but even that didn’t break my fall!  I slid up! I … Read moreSurf Clown