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I am not your firm foundation on which you can build, I will crumble under the weight of expectations that go unfulfilled.
Don’t put me on a pedestal I don’t like Heights
I don’t want to try to Balance only to plummet, when I lose the fight.
I don’t want to be your hero i cant even save myself. I am not your happily ever after you cant pull me from a shelf!
I am not your therapist, though i will hold your hand.  we all have to do our own work in order to understand.
I don’t want to be your master, nor will i be your slave, but we can grow together help each other be brave.
I cannot be your everything it will tear us both down. I will walk beside you and straighten your crown.
To the caged eye a keyhole can whisper of the sky.
Because even the smallest crack lets the universe in.
Pondering about how the concept of infinity and eternity affect us. Maybe this is how we try to relate to the idea of God?
Infinity offers power.
Eternity offers home.
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                           Blueberry Portal


               “In dreams the fool is free from scorning voices”

                                         -C. S. Lewis, “Dymer”


In the drowsy, bee-sy afternoon
Picking blueberries in the white-sun heat
Voices. Conversation. But it’s only the bees
While the blueberries dance and spin and whirl

What do bees talk about? They don’t tell me
And I don’t need to know – but we’re all friends
And the dancing blueberries – they’re having fun
They welcome me into another world

The leaves write me little love-letters that say
How happy to have you home for an hour today!
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                     Pushkin the Poetic Cat

Long, lean, and lanky, he slithers like a snake
In blue-grey fur; he makes the mousies quake

But I haven’t seen him in several days
He roams the woods and fields, he hunts, he strays

He’s proud and brave, my handsome Russian Blue -
Did he cross claws with a treacherous Chartreux?

Did they exchange hisses at just ten paces
Does his little corpse lie in wild snowy spaces?

I hope his life hasn’t ended like that
For I very much miss my dear little cat
Pushkin-Cat
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                         Pushing the Envelope

What envelope is being pushed?
From whom to whom – across the room?
And why should it be pushed at all?
Is the envelope an English A-1?
An American business-size?
A birthday check for someone to steal?
Pushing a broom, pushing a sale
Pushing a pen – some sense in those
But what is the purpose in pushing
An envelope?
                               And did you stamp it?
Filler language
surrounded by the vastness of stars.
the mare silhouetted on a hilltop wishing,
waiting, she prays,

"O, nightingale
sweetly sing your solemn song.
send white butterflies adrift on moonbeams,
so he feels my longing in the night.

his wings carved from distant dreams
Pegasus drifts through silver mists
into the moonlit meadow,
but dawns golden fingers
drift across the field
and the winged horse must flee...


...Pegasus weeps from distant stars
to his love waiting on the hill

and her whisper drifts to the heavens

a hush held still in the lullaby of all distant hearts.
I just came from the cafeteria. In a shocking twist,
I have to actually meet people, I mean, can you imagine?
And we have group projects, my least favorite thing,
except perhaps, having a gym class.

The cafeteria was so crowded—didn’t I see you there?

Everyone there seemed to be wearing vintage Urban Outfitters.
I felt left out, but no one openly pointed at me.

Next, I expect to see bubblegum patch vests, skate-fit jeans and leopard-appliqué flats.

Between us, I’ve gotten old, and lost what little fashion game I had.
Now I’m modulated, that is, I’m over over-indulgence.

When I pictured myself in college, ***, what, a half a decade ago?
I imagined myself in a Lime Fizz Dress from Modcloth.
THAT never happened—which is all for the good.

School and by extension - school work - is definitely happening.
It’s not all studying while drinking back-to-back espressos at sunrise.

This week’s assignments due are: a ‘reflective assignment’ on qualitative research methods, a policy memo, a case analysis, and a group presentation. Argh.

So if you don’t hear from me—I haven’t been deported—I’m just oppressed.
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Songs for this:
This is Why by Paramore
Lauren by Men I Trust
Margaret by Pomegranate tea [E]
*Urban Outfitters is a US, 'lifestyle retailer' (a clothing store) that features medium priced, trendy, youthful, and eclectic clothes.
Warm days
Cool hearts
Fresh starts
Silence once.
     Stood
Unspoken words
Softly calmness
Across the oceans
Silence
Love confused
Caught in a fire
Blaze too deep
Sought companionship
Unspoken words
Left with a puzzle mind
It was hard to find
Answers of silence
Warm days
Cool hearts
Fresh starts
Silence once stood
Unspoken words
Warm days
Everyday
New ways
Better days
Helpful ways
Much too say
Heat is on
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