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Greg McVerry / Writing & conversations
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Sometimes reality seeps Into peripheral vision A Sense of mission when Wishing brings no Answers. Just unasked Questions seeking Anchors Impossible realities, barnacles Growing on rusted prints Dripping in stolen yesteryear
Greg McVerryunleash holes in broken nows who claw through glass eyes in hopes of refactoring a better tomorrow Let desire drive destiny Set fire and knives to Those Flee A reality Me rooted In thee I write No choice. words bleed into screeds seeking silence in a broken soul pen picking up pieces and wrapping poems in pixels Poetry allows my scar tissue to breath Whisper
Greg McVerrybroken toes dance on fingertips scraping our elbows of bent memories #smallpoems
Greg McVerryA specter seeing the unseen apparition animated in angst. A poltergeist pouncing on possibilities in the revenant of revelry turns incorporeal innocence from night to day light to dark as the clock continues to click in those moments we must seek to wonder About another celestially sent Sensed in all that surrounds never abound, but bonded by love and wonder
Greg McVerryGiants of old hang tired, towering over a history past by. Branches bend and crumble under weight of knowing no spring will come now dwellings of decay a future robbed hordes of gypsies descended a pandemic in the canopy killing so many now empty Mausoleums of mourning
Greg McVerrySplintered pasts gather in concrete futures stolen glances of sun's march As two who never were come to be in glimpses of impossible destiny Interest aligned eyes locked destiny's knot unwound as feet wrestle fallen leaves Just as the dogs run determined to get nowhere at all, their paths can never cross Warmed by the pleasure of shared mystery history at th
Greg McVerryI sit restless As somber Solitude settles in House now as Asleep as streets Who cry in agony, lusting after lost Action Souls searching for Sounds upon empty Seas of forgotten misery
Greg McVerryrhizomatic learning breeds that which creates but keep a machete at the ready blades dripping In constraint Hack at Habitats of habitual wandering Carving paths Of whimsy
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