More Than Normal

In brazen words a challenge given
To a world faded and mundane
So few will try to understand
Brushed away as being insane

Beyond a rainbow full of gray
Colors sometimes bleed
Never seen by jaded eyes
Time and place will recede

Very few read anymore
Bored of the black and white
Even less try to understand
The rainbow beyond their sight

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Dark Beauty

There is beauty in the darkness
A lack of sound; nothing to see
No guidance of poetic thought
Only the purest form of clarity

Words form on pageless pages
Awaiting to see if they are born
Searching for the light of day
And not just fade in the morn

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Just A Writer

He lives inside his head
Worlds once only imagined
Through words he has said
Life is given to the pageant

The journey is given
So others maybe see
A new point of view
Of what a life can be

Everyone has a story
One that needs telling
On keyboard or in ink
Inside it is always dwelling

Write it down, tell the tale
Before it begins to fade
Releasing the demons
In silence that are made

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Seeds

Words are planted gently
Connections made they grow
Word by word, lime by line
Knowing not where they will go

Sometimes they may wander
Randomly without a rhyme
Only to return and mingle
Ripening fruit upon the vine

Meanings can drift and fade
The writer begs your pardon
As seeds are planted gently
In his ever flowering garden

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Ticking

Days tick by
As I wonder why
I was placed
Upon this coil

Is there a reason
Something I missed
Or is it random
For which we toil

Where is the point
We understand
Or is there none
Wither and spoil

Sparing and sharing
Passing the time
Ticking, wasting
On this endless coil

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The Way

Do you know the way?
No, I am as lost as you
Do you have a map?
Just the one that I drew

We can travel a while
To see where it leads
The company is nice
We can plant some seeds

Take my hand for a while
Watching as the sun sets
There is not much to say
I am glad that we have met

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Holding On

Do the clouds hold onto the rain
Does the sun withold it’s rays
Do the skies forbid birds to fly
Does the night begrudge the day

Waves will roll, and wind will blow
No objections are ever given
So why do we refuse to see
That living is simply forgiving

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Some Days

There are days when I take more than I can give
With all I have left, I try
When I fail they are there to pick me up
Always willing, by my side

What I have I will always freely share
I think the world has too little of that
Waiting till tomorrow is never a given
In a world that has too much of that

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The Writer

Breathing life where there was none
In a world of creation
The story grows page by page
Deepest sorrow, highest elation

Chapter by chapter, line by line
Showing what this chaos means
Late at night and early dawn
Arranging words upon the screen

Now nearly finished, take a break
The final words still to be penned
The hero may yet win
That all depends

I will write until it is done
The deadline is close; so is the sun
What started as fun, now so serious
Waiting to be read by everyone

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A Better Way

There has to be a better way
Than going back and forth
Doing right, doing wrong
Because of how we were taught
Taught by them, who we are

No matter the bumps and bruises
No matter the scars or the pain
Can we simply believe in truth?
Born flawless we can never forget
What you say we are cannot be us

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