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Shapes of Ages

The type took true shape inside time so long ago, In my head, a seed of text begins sprouting to grow, From air words picked two by two 'till stanzas appeared, Scribbled on canvas was a fear for classification, but now I stand style cleared,
Writing 'till the dark flirts, Thinking about a bulb, Trawling books full of word, Telling you what I heard,
Now I wish I could just let go, take pen to paper like the last time together, How they flowed, and churned, then chimed with basic rhyme on basic structure, When did blue dye become mathematics and science in barely a moment

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Webs in the Wing MirrorsFragile and beautiful, webs on the wing mirrors, Crafted all night with the patience of a cat, Catching the sun’s rise with every thin thread, Dew drops gently hang on, tightly for their lives, While the wind taunts and teases with every gust, Webs on the wing mirrors, brave and blind, But gone on the way, blown to dust before we arrive, Delicate nets soaked in morning dreams, Bound by hope, desire, will, and necessity, Broken by the slightest stroke, holding life, Before taking freedom for lunch in the warmth, We trade glances and admire each’s perfect faults, Webs in the Wing Mirrors
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NotwaneNotwane, then I was separate type of smile, we ripped dirt roads, our knees tore holes thorough paths,
sunshine, rain storms, puddles of lakes gone in a blink, thorn trees acted as libraries, our playgrounds were boulders scattered over the ground,
we smoked cigarettes and drank reckless, then sat under the full moon shirtless, laughing out shadows as they danced with dusty, juvenile flirts,
a bike purchased from milk money change, and a radio that only ever worked with a bang, the rain was like a thousand wind fuelled rockets exploding on my shack's tin ro Notwane
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Jack Daniel's WisdomWelcome to the mystical land of weird magic tricks,
where the water hugs the reeds, and the ducks
mock the fish by kicking their webbed feet,
as they graze the surface with natural born kicks,
the swans grace the pond’s presence without even plucking
a thought. diving below for their next mudding feed,
I’m starring at a see through wall, so thin
yet so unbreakably protected from our breath
fuelled ways. ripples, in circles, lapping my imagination,
I’m desperate to open the surface and live with them
for a moment, just to hear them, however brief, Jack Daniel's Wisdom
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The Jackaljumping into a puddle as deep as dreams, black, stitched with glass shards, smashing it’s surface from a hundred feet, falling in, searching for my xanadu, slip and slide into a sleepy snooze, with fiery, icy splashes setting around me.
above, through the mottled skin, stretches the sky, colour bent, sky setup in every kind of deep pink, trees climb up my arms, leaves stained mahogany, grass greener than a song bird’s whisper, I'm dizzy, awakened by the sound of a jackal,
“follow me” said he
with me in disbelief I just followed mea The Jackal
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HappinessWhen you look straight through me, I know that you don’t care. I know you wouldn’t lose any sleep, If you’re aware that I weren’t there.
Yet no matter how I’ve tried to say sorry, How I’ve tried to work it through. I know I haven’t really been happy, But you have, haven’t you?
Not a hello, nor solemn goodbye. Not even acknowledgment; that’s fair. Without a lonely word to spare, You scare me with your stare.
You tied me down, I kept it inside. I tried to hide it all too. I’ve never been all Happiness
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Chunky peanut butterI forced happiness upon myself at first it was difficult like pumping chunky peanut butter into an eyedropper or perhaps like drawing the cystine chapel with crayons but then, it got easier dots became lines became smiles (it's all connected in the end)
I drew cheerfully upon my giant chalkboard and it wasn't pretty, the first time so I erased it. The second time, it came out better.
Glee didn't find me easily I had to find crazy first we made the rounds for awhile and I left it at the crossroads it's probably still running around out Chunky peanut butter
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Journal Entry: Thu May 22, 2008, 11:56 PM

I once heard a story of a woman who worked in a hospital. Everyday she worked. Everyday she saw a lady in the waiting room, writing her book. She would write everday. All day, and one day it turned out she was just writing pages and pages of O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O

Why do you write?

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Favourite poet or writer: TBC and until that time ThinXx = do your self a favour: www.wesleyj.devianart.com
Tools of the Trade: pen.paper.keys.dictionary.encyclopedia.poetic device.boredom.creation.pre-talent obsession.