Lance Carthen Poems

Happy Mother's Day.
For it comes but once a year.
To a mother who loved her children.
Who held them close and dear.
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As I walked over a hill in my dream...
a graveyard came into view.
A circle of people all dressed in black
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Amanda...
Down in the well.
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I wish I could have seen it.
The dark beauty is translucent,
A rose reflection without petals,
The dry waterfall tastes so bitter.
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Distinguishing remnants.
The peace heart is broken.
Insects betray their king.
Raging conflictions.
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Young dumb fun swallow my tongue
This ones for you
Imagination fixation on three dirty blondes
Why cant you see your not the one for me
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Bloodlust in the shadows.
Eyes as white as snow.
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To my daughter, Lyla.
You are my baby...
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To embracable depression for artistic release.

Silence engulfs the haunted meadow of the still pond.
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Young, dumb and beautiful
She is everything I need
Young, dumb and beautiful
She means the world to me
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