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The more you think
about it the closer
people

The more you think
about it the farther
people

neighbors and others
Force regulates
that distance.
Seattle grey and green
      Ferry boat blue
                You
In our caskets,
Our cadavers they lay
the rain is pouring and the clouds are gray

Six feet under we'll rest
In heaven we're nothing but guests

Hell, our forever home
Our world, where everyone is alone

We die,
And a gift of salvation, we're blessed

In our caskets
Our cadavers they rest.
twinkle little star
mock my wishes from afar
I see what you are
rain hits my rooftop
dreams of you between the drops
how the tune was ours.
As darkness ruled the night basking in the moonlight. With adamant faces trying to control the light. With acrimonious personalities creating bitterness and hostility of the darkest minds. So there hearts were blank laced with hate. Never knowing love until god created woman and man.  But he couldn't stem the envy of money.
This poem is about the envy of the poor while being jealous of the wealthy. The lengths they will go to take the rich precious things away from them.
One day you will see,
I  will make you proud of me.
That day will come,
When all my dreams will come true.
And then I will say to the world,
I told you so.
If I were to leave tomorrow,
would you ever remember me?
would you visit my grave -
Is that how you'd remember me?
Or would you turn me
into a poem of yours,
and keep me alive through you?
Politics create barriers.

Art builds bridges.
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