answer

worlds together,

or just floating debris.

the answer in theory,

one of conviction,

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snow

unknown the painting,

with white all around,

snow time in Nebraska,

seems like it,

all year around.

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hoy

ship ahoy,

a sailor,

unknown the reason,

this thought to be a sailor,

the decree clear,

a sailor it shall be.

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horses

old friends,

gone but not forgotten,

souls pure enough to ride the wind,

free.

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leaves

autumn leaves,

blown away by the spring time winds,

last year's news.

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blue and red

blue and red,

again and again,

as if he can not stop,

madness an easy line to cross.

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buds

buds in the spring,

beautiful,

a promise for the future,

making one hope to see tomorrow.

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the bunny

the bunny rabbit set free,

king of the universe,

with not an egg in sight.

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heat

colors molten hot,

melt the page,

colors blend or fade,

unable to handle the heat.

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sunny

flowers in the sun,

serene,

makes the heart happy,

and the mind wanting to sing.

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twins

bombs burst in the air,

the sun blocked,

night and day,

twins,

look the same.

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winds

winds whip the colors around,

forcing them in upon themselves,

beautiful the color and the movement,

yet hoping it to end.

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the city

a city seen from above,

beautiful the creature,

breathing and living,

in harmony.

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in darkness

the head down,

darkness reigns,

both outside and within,

light found deep inside,

but only after traveling the blackest of nights.

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Unicorns

unicorns and rainbows upon the page,

that is all the little boy sees,

unlike me,

who sees colors,

only faded and sad.

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balloons

balloons,

strings tangled,

floating in smog,

each hoping to lead the others out into the countryside,

where the air clear,

and clean,

but time passes,

as the descent continues.

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music

notes travel through the air,

and on the page,

while violinists in tails,

and women with oboes,

sit waiting for the applause. 

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blocks

blocks stacked like bales of hay,

colorful but unable to be used as feed,

maybe crates,

or cages,

with souls trapped inside.

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river

river revisited in my mind,

praying I may have another day,

along the banks,

with the sun on my face,

and my feet in sand,

happy for eternity.


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A tree seen

a tree seen at nightfall,

through the broken stain glass,

silhouetted against the evening sky,

while crickets silent in the background.


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Queen

she ruled my thoughts for many years,

toying with my emotions,

but eventually her face forgotten,

her features only a blur,

but for her lips,

they remain in my thoughts.


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red and blue

birds red and blue,

cover the page,

a pinkish hue,

while the music plays,

in the mind of the artist.


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Marbles on Green

some ancient,

some new,

marbles on the page,

resting soft on the green.

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Watching

bird on a branch,

watching the day go by,

waiting for the season to change,

and the trip back down south.

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superheroes

egos out of control,

superheroes argue and battle,

attempting to decide you is the best,

the fight endless,

as bodies melt and mold into one,

giant id.

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rocks

rocks in a pile,

falling on its side,

the earth quakes,

and the mind wonders why the pile does not fall apart.

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morning after

an atomic sunrise,

is the end near,

nothing secure or clear,

in the early morning fog.


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searching

his search endless,

hands over head,

hoping to catch the sun,

and shine it where darkness reigns.

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band leader

a symphony of music,

captured on the page,

the band leader in tails,

loses his head,

in the melody.


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colors bright

on the page,

a party of color,

so bold and beautiful,

makes the eyes smile.


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Old windmill

Old and ignored,

Left to fall on its own,

No thank yous for the job done,

A monument to progress.

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