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Greenland's fjords
Native tongues
Thai curries
Tundra calls

answer

Let me answer
Earth, all of this

great

I'm grateful
To be here
Warm showers
Nashville towers
But all of this
All of this
Earth

calls
I think I like the way
Your hands engulf and warm mine
I think I like the way
Your eyes seem to sparkle and shine
I think I like the way
Your smile can light up a room
I think I like the way
For me you'd go to the moon
 Jul 2015 Ambient Destruction
ARI
Everyone's a poet
Some simply have no clue,
But answer me one question;
What is a poet to you?

For me a Poet is a person,
a place, or thing;
To bring out such emotion
To make you cry or sing.

I know it may seem crazy,
But Darling look around;
A picture tells a story
Without a single sound.

A flower whispers truth
So softly in the ear
Of every child to close their eyes
So their hearts can hear.

A simple stone; grey and new
Could bring a proud man to his knees.
From his fathers name engraved;
Each letter tangled in his grief.

An unused baby blanket
Folded neatly in a woman's lap
Whispers what could've been
Of her child who will 'ever nap.

A sunrise over water
Rushing quickly past a bridge;
'Ever sings the tender stories
Of a young couple's marriage.

A man who neither speaks nor hears
Sits at home 'ever lonely,
But in a book upon his desk
He's etched vibrant sounds into his story.

You see, everyone's a poet
Some simply have no clue,
But answer me one question;
What is a poet to you?

-ARI
You'd rather see the Shrink
than stand up tall
take pills than learn to walk
on thorny ground

you say you
wouldn't be here otherwise
that you've been saved
at least for now

I say look hard
& seek the truth
even if it means
toying with Death

what is a life
unexamined & emotionless
we all carry burdens
not all of us run from them
Once, you wrote,
And if I may quote
('Cause after five minutes,
There was nothing left, only peanuts),
That you and me play a game,
That has a universal name,
Love.
No, D. for Darling,
Love
Is way too serious
To be called a game.
'Cause throughout the day,
You are my only aim.
Trust me, this is not funny:
This feeling, or is it a pain,
Is my everyday reality.
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