Poem - Yellow Boy

Sing to me

Ancient songs

Your voice

The sound of drums

Of our ancestors

Of our past

A battle song

Lifts my heart

As I lift

Your lever

Chambering your spirit

And I

Tense my finger

Releasing your soul

We are brothers

In fire

Red warrior

And Yellow Boy

 

07.13.2007

Zero Anon

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Poem

Filling paper

With endless words

But what

Do they all

Mean?

Is there a

Message

Of redeeming thought

Of ideas

Of conscience?

Or am I

Just writing

To see

My pen move?

And what if

The answer

To these questions

Isn’t the one

That I want?

Should I tear

Out this page

Throw down

This pen

In disgust?

Or flip over

To the next

Sheet

And start

To waste

Ink

Again

 

08.03.2007

Zero Anon

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Poem

The road ahead

Seems both

Terrifyingly short

And at the

Same time

Infinitely long

And I know

This is just

The beginning

Of a journey

The duration

Of which

I do not know

Which leaves me

To do

Only what I can

So, I gather

My things

My Bags

My traveling shoes

And take my

Blackthorn in hand

And step onto

The pavement

Of the future

For that is all

One can do

When there is

An unknown

Path

That must be

Taken

The voyage of

A thousand

Miles

Begins with

A single

Foot

On the Road

Ahead

 

08.01.2007

Zero Anon

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Poem

I blame you

You know

For everything

That’s gone wrong

In my life

Well, not

Everything

Some sins

Aren’t yours

But enough

For the conviction

To stand

And the list

Of crimes

Goes on

And on

But I realize

That you are

Just a place

Only a geographic

Location

And yet

You’ve taken

Still take

So many lives

And I’m afraid

Sometimes

That I am

One of them

Am I just

One of your

Ghosts?

But you are

Just a place

And I

Am just

A runaway 

08.01.2007

Zero Anon

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Poem

It all comes

Rushing back

In a blinding

Flash

All the memories

The joys

The pain

Happiness

And sadness

Bourne on

The same wind

That carries me

West

It fills my

Sails

With motion

And my heart

With dread

But, as sure

As the storm

That looms

Gathering in

The distance

I know

I must

Follow

These currents

Wherever

They lead

08.31.2007

Zero Anon

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On going “home”

They say

That you can’t

Go home

Again

But that doesn’t

Really matter

Because

Where I’m going

Isn’t really

Home

Anyway

It’s some place

Else

Some place where

I grew up

Some place where

I had my first love

And lost it

Where I learned

To laugh

To cry

To say goodbye

It’s where I

Buried friends

And my childhood

And too many

Of my dreams

But I found

So many

More

Like the dream

Of home

Dreamt

So that when

I go, where

I’m going

Now

I’ll remember

That it’s ok

To leave

Again

Because

Home still

Lies

Ahead

07.30.2007

Zero Anon

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Poem

The middle

So often

The undesirable

Place to be

And yet

This place

That lies

Somewhere between

The beginning

And the end

Contains

Everything

This is where

It all

Happens

This is where

The action is

The middle

And even

The word doesn’t

Do the concept

Justice

And right now

This is exactly

Where I

Want to be

Because this is

Where I can

Be

Where I

Can change

Where

I can become

Whatever

It doesn’t matter

Because this

Is where it

Will happen

Right here

In

The middle

08.03.2007

Zero Anon

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Poem - Free Verse

Where does

This end

End

Now?

At the

Bottom of

A well

The bottom

Of a

Noose

Bottom

Of another

Empty glass

Or Just

At the

End of

This Pen

Slowly bleeding

Ink out

On the page

Below?

 03/10/2008  Zero Anon

The end is just the beginning.  From one notebook to the next.

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Free Verse - dr(ink)

So,

I’ll just

Sit here

And sip

My beer

And I’ll ponder

And I’ll think

About

All the things

I’ve said

All the things

I’ve done

And

I’ll probably

Sit and sip

A little more

So,

The night

Will go

Uneventfully,

Perplexedly,

So

And when

Everything

Is said

And everything

Is done

I’ll probably

Go on to

Say

Go on to

Do

All the things

I’ve always

Said

Done

Before

So,

It

Goes

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Free Verse - By Reservation Only

He

Sat me down

And told me

All the things

He knew

To be true

Because,

He said

He knew

My “kind”

He said

That he knew

That I was

A liar

A thief

A hooligan

Of the most

Detestable sort

But,

He said

He understood

That it was

Just my genes

My nature

My inferior

Blood

He never

Offered a solution

Only the

Statements of fact

And all I did

Was listen

Because that

Is what

A boy does

When an adult

Tells him

All the things

He knows

To be

True

-07/24/2007 Zero Anon

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