Winston Edgar Hall

Want to know what bothers me?
What itches beneath my soul..?
Ill give you a hint, I'll let you see
How I set my one, true goal.
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You cant understand
Whats really inside;
Your mind is too hardened,
Your hearts full of pride.
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Only for an
Instant; pretend
That time is
Like us, a person.
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Upon the time when I awake
My perceptions are but a blur;
A chance with you I must forsake,
For now it will not occur.
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Such a brutal feeling can subtly
Bring about this painful yearning
That simultaneously bonds with
An obviously blunt freedom, which
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Who go against the grain?
Like a gum tree do?
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Eternity has no meaning,

So long as I may stare
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If mankind as we know it could
Perceive and be aware of all
Dimensions and every perspective
In existence at once, then they
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A biting desire exists
Amid men to encroach upon
Wooded arenas;
Creeping with care due
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The Universe is not
Perfectly balanced;
Though it is the
Perpetual strive
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Imagine with me for a few
What we could have;
The elegance of it could
Not even be permitted.
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Though you as any other would have doubts,
There is a beautiful trust amid warranted
Uncertainty that commands my entire being
Into a state of Love without second guessing,
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The intoxicating aroma of an
Incoming Autumn contextually
Fastened to the College's new
Solidarity gives out a familiar
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There is a nature of reality and you will find it
A Prevalent and symmetrical law; simple and
Synonymous with irony.
Irony is interwoven within the vertebral synapses
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Let things lie, view things
As they are in their perfect
Setting; speak up if
Something is wrong, but
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Poetry can only be itself when there is
Magick afoot. If One reads it, and does
Not instantaneously have to ponder on
Its deepest meaning, then it is not Poetry.
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Angst intermingling quite
Forcefully in a mixing bowl
With none other than deep
Introspection. Reaching to
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To see the old mountain range;
Not from a polaroid,
But for your own eyes
Tends to be worthwhile, surprisingly so.
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Strands of thought flow out of my mind
And shimmer delicately before my face;
They tantalize me, as I proceed to inscribe
Where they may lie situated in their place.
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You do not want to meet me,
You do not want to start,
To get to know a person
Who only knows the heart;
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