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The franchise virus
Growing from the roots
Of a dead cypress
Cold pressed nightmares
Held up by titans
Each man has a turn
To flame the words
Caught up on the wings
Of drunken birds
By night
And by day
What the naysayers say
Is the franchise lies
Being manufactured day
And night
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Baffling word barbaric in nature
Wondering if what these words mean
Could have foreseen me in danger
Biting at every corner confused
Bemused with conjunction and function
These words have settled me amusing
Creating concrete facts I am using
Never the language I am abusing
Tyring to learn a new flow and rhyme
All to be done
Not just part time
Every day
Every line
I write
Comes a new idea a new inspirations
Condensation of the mind
And spirit
Upon the paper written
In my mind I hear it
The words fell off my fingers touching
Connecting each other puzzles solved
The simile resolved
I move on to contracted spirits
And to a path contingent
On the next line
The next phrase
For each word written
Is now where the sentence lays
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This is as much a piece of work as it is a play on words and meaning. I try to utilize the last
word in the last 3 lines of each verse to speak something to the reader – in addition
to what the poem is actually reading. I am trying to find a way to convey meaning
both internally and from the roots of the poem, utilizing words that struck a chord
with the mind frame in which I am writing. Enjoy!
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Words burning up
And falling down
All around
Tinsel town
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Not one man
Today
Can say
And “Play”
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Words collide slowly
Feeling
The ceiling
Cracking and peeling
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A mind collection
Bending
Sending
A thought of pretending
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Through veins pumping
Asking to quit
This shit
And just sit
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Pockets invaded
In time
Not one dime
Will be mine
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Forgetting questions
Ask for yours
For tours
Through U.S. contours
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Tipping crashing
Feeling tall
Until we fall
And beginning to crawl
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Thoughts collapse
With whiskey
A bit risky
And feeling frisky
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Further patience made
In time
A clear mind
Will be a sign
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To clear the stage
Now
Simply adhere to a bow
Replying “Ciao”
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