Ted Blue Poems

I am a seed, drifting with the wind,
and your my destined end.
I am a needing plant, you are fertile soil,
and you nourish my thirsting roots.
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We shed these orbs of regret-these tears,
because we are suffering, in our own condition.
Crying loudly, we hope the Lord most-high hears,
as we make our sincere request, for divine restoration.
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Words- ambiguously defined.
Words-powerfully sublime.
Words-actions of the mind.
Words-powers of mine.
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I wonder if our shades of blue,
Is the same piercing hue,
That of-me and you?
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A ruler, who was both youthful and possessing,
eagerly approached a prophet to ask,
'Teacher, how can I inherit a life without end,
for I have done all that I know I can.'
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The grass of the earth is always ever-green,
regardless of the many seasons in-between.
Leaves may float with a flutter from the trees,
but bare, without occupants, they will never be.
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My mind is a palace without foundation - ambiguity.
My thoughts lack needed definition - certainty.
My feelings are fleeting, not wishing to stay - impetuosity.
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Oh, Atlas, why burden your shoulders with such an unworthy weight,
why laboriously uphold a planet whose twisted morals aren't straight,
why do you maintain a pestilent creature's existence,
why suffer soreness on behalf of those who only cause illness?
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What is truth,
but a God's tooth,
falling uncouth,
when its loose,
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I wish to be the immortal Phoenix,
To purge myself of my despairing ailments,
And rise triumphantly from the ashes of my former self,
To let my inner sorrows be ignited in the blaze,
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