faces seen

faces seen,

a horror show,

wondering their crimes,

in pictures upon the wall.

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rocks and mummies

rocks and mummies,

and snakes beside,

the world crazy,

this late at night.

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snakes and reptiles

snakes and reptiles,

wait patiently,

for the lock to be opened,

but the key lost,

whom to blame . . .

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two girls

two girls,

looking for love,

but all they find,

are sharks.

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shapes

shapes upon the page,

nothing seen,

the imagination spent.

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cattle

cattle and buffalo,

hide from the storm,

hoping the grass will grow,

food for everyone.

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masks

masks for every occasion,

robberies or parties,

not sure,

which will occur.

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a monkey

a monkey with a lizard,

hoping to become friends,

time limited,

as years flow on by.

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pizza maker

a pizza maker,

and a hero,

trapped on the page,

along with a dog,

in love with no one.

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scared of the dark

scared of the dark,

they huddle together,

and tell stories,

of sunlight,

and the sun.

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a prophet

a prophet,

marked with scars,

ugly on the outside,

but beautiful within.

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clash

 a clash of  beliefs,

across the page,

a ghost sings in the ear,

of the lone peacemaker on the page.

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buffalo

a dog,

and a buffalo,

with ugly birds,

upon the page.

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watching

watching as the parade goes back,

hoping for candy,

or clowns,

am sure there will be disappointment.

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big nose

eyes covered,

he watches continuously,

hoping to do something heroic,

before his nose grows too big.

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a conversation

a young George Washington talks to a woman,

while angels,

in pink and yellow,

wait their cues,

letters

letters or words,

we do not know,

the sound devoured,

without a trace.

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a dog

a dog,

a worm,

and a baby elephant,

while a singer,

croons in the corner.

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hidden

faces hidden behind the masks,

emotions a mystery,

friend and foe,

hard to define.

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loners

loners,

isolated and alone,

yet secretly sensing,

they are all in the same boat,

part of a group at last.

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cat

a cat kisses the snake as it prepares for its attack,

a shark in the background,

watches and waits,

patiently,

knowing a feast will soon be had.

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reptiles

reptiles crawl across the page,

over masks,

and different colors,

upon the page.

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graduate

the graduate,

head filled with plans,

arrogant and sure,

the battle already won.

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trapped

trapped in time,

the hour glass,

once filled with sand,

now broken on the floor.

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odd man

odd man,

with angel wings,

kindness seen in his eyes,

hoping to do good,

all around the world.

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a new haircut

the stylist works hard to make her beautiful,

at least her hair,

spectators wait,

holding their breath,

hoping the stylist does not use all his magic,

on this woman.

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heroes

a hero seen dressed in blue,

but on second glance,

an old man,

winking,

as if he has all the answers.

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the fight

the fight not over,

feelings still hard,

words will no soothe,

until they are able to look into each other's eyes.

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familiar

the face familiar,

but unable to place,

seen somewhere,

maybe only in my dreams,

or nightmares.

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pathways

pathways to heaven,

as angels direct the travel,

both upward and downward,

the pathway,

a two lane highway.

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fashion

the hat fashionable,

as are the sunglasses,

but where is the face,

why hide the face.

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