Temparay Saving Document Peoms

Poems in Mind

Deary me,

Arma
The crow appears as his vengeance in mind grows,
The crow or raven,
With glowing red eyes,
Red as the soon to come blood.

The Fight of Hate
Hah Hah,
Yes! That’s right,
Hate me!
There’s nothing wrong with that,
It’ll only drive you forward!


Dreams?


Dreams are bound by the mind,
Right?
The “World of Dreams” is bound to our minds,
Right?
Dreams can’t roam on their on,
Right?
Dreams can’t talk to you,
Right?
And dreams most certainly cannot destroy your own dreams,
Right?

...

Right?

Islands

Onward!
To island filled with pirates, Onward!
Now!
To island of skulls, Onward!
Go!
To the island with the catsle,Onward!
To see!



The Red Headed Girl

The red headed girl,
Most certainly,
Plays her violin,
Such a mystery,
With someone watching, a Villain,
His playing blows!,
With lessons to teach,what a shrill,
With notes that seem to have holes,
Such a mystery,
Why she taught, him of all people,
Or should I say him of all Things.

Chimbley
Complaning!
God damn!
What a noise!
To him,
A question that be sent by mouth, by word, by mind,by
Fear of the question,
Run, Run away, Little boy, Run away, Run,
The boy says “no! Not here!
He, who in grace and with grace says and kicks,
“To New Jersey!”
And then as the came they then disappear.


Sincerely yours,

Naomi Zurcher