some more poems...
Poems by Friends...
escape
hideaway hide my way
keep hitting escape forcing myself to be happy
helping to make it right
right the ship it is your rite
it is...
a hideaway sunken deep, to the bottom
searching to escape, hide, escape
hit it with mighty rites
try to level it so it can built again
built from right hands, left after the flood
right way, today, it's all the same
so write away, be content with content, connect
reconstruct and be ready
might be read, he holds hope in his hands...
watching sand wash up, clean sanitize sanity
a break from the broken built up buildings
standardize simplicity, tell me
sympathise standing on my knees
having none of these, have nots and wishfuls
handfuls of handouts in tied hands in half-knots
tied by the tired builders hands
breaking sound with clean intentions
contender, remember who you play for
games and foreplay remember? there's no score
just scorn, full of wasps
ready and tender, he prepares for his repairs too...we are all bound
make our bindings, finding we are stunting our progress to regress
returned to the sailers, the escapers
hidden from their eyes...
return to the makers, the builders
falling in front of their eyes...
returned to the players, the gamers
binding sight,
bound to fight for written rites
writhing and running from those who have sought and built, who have
sight and grit
blinding light,
salvation so hard to find impossible to make
so easy to fight...
-Justin Smith
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