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Little Black Bird fly,
Little Black Bird fly.
Escape your poisoned air.
Escape your certain fate.

Little Black Bird fly,
Little Black Bird fly.
Daylight shows the truth.
Daylight shows your fate.

Little Black Bird fly,
Little Black Bird fly.
Night is your only solace.
Night is your only escape.

Little Black Bird die,
Little Black Bird die.
Your journey has been executed.
Your journey has come to it's end.
 Apr 2012 Cameron Godfrey
CO Halm
He chuckled one last time
as I sidled up to him,
red roses in my hand with
my blue robe and square brim.
He took my hand once more
as he beckoned me with grace
so that we could wrap our arms
around each other and embrace.
He held me close right then
as the whole world soon stood still,
and we took in that one moment
both with sadness and with thrill.
Then he finally let me go
and I backed out of our embrace,
and as he smiled sadly and I reached way up
to place a small kiss on his face.

He left and put his cap back on,
I stood and watched him leave,
but then he turned around and smiled
just one last time for me.
 Apr 2012 Cameron Godfrey
CO Halm
The sunlight during summer,
the rain of late, late may,
the sound of ocean waves smashing
up against the bay,

the droplets falling slowly,
the moonlight shining thin,
the feeling of your hair blown back
and tucked beneath the wind,

the ticking of a school clock,
the smell of fresh baked goods,
the feel of running freely, alone,
straight through empty woods,

The sweet call of the bluejay,
the wish upon the star,
the hours spent talking as
I drove you in my car,

The peacefulness of heaven,
the sound of soulful blues,
this is what it feels like
to be in love with you.
hey so yeah. this is not one of my best but if you like it I have a whole writing blog. periodically i'll be posting on here though. do enjoy :)
 Apr 2012 Cameron Godfrey
Laiken
They walk in.
They walk out.
Like I'm not even there.

But it's not their fault.
What could get their attention?
While I sit in this wooden chair?

I play with my hands.
I play with my hair.
Just to get them off my mind.

But no matter how hard I try.
I know I'm failing.
It's just a waste of time.

One sits down.
Decided to talk.
But I'm not the best at talking.

When I had trouble with my reply,
He looked me in the eyes.
Then got up and started walking.

I should have called
I couldn't do it.
I should have shout.

But my voice died away.
And I was left in this chair.
As the one, decided to walk out.
 Apr 2012 Cameron Godfrey
Liz Nye
This was it:
The broken seat,
the precipitous stairs,
the heads of sleepy metal beasts mounted on the wall
places that felt full but were empty.
We mingled brain stems, exchanged heads.
I traded my hypothalamus for your frontal lobe.
Moths un-attracted to light,
we flickered in the dark,
weightless yet burdened-
this dirigible in my chest
Alone in a crowd you whisper
What if?
What if….
If you like me, then like me.
Smile like you like me.
Talk to me
Listen to me
Hold the door like you like me.

If you want me, then want me.
Kiss me like you want me.
Treat me
Embrace me
Hold me like you want me.

If you love me, then love me,
and I will love you in return.

I will smile,
I will talk,
I will listen
because I love you.

I will kiss you,
I will embrace you,
I will hold you
because I love you.

But if you do not love me,
please don't tease me.
If you do not love me, then
hold me like you want me.

If you do not want me, then
hold the door like you like me.

If you do not like me, then
tell me.

Otherwise I'll continue to
smile at the open window
because I love you.
Heather Butler; 2010
 Apr 2012 Cameron Godfrey
amt
Torn
 Apr 2012 Cameron Godfrey
amt
Torn are my muscles,
Torn is my heart.
Torn is my life,
I'm falling apart.
Oh!
Welcome!
I see you.
Please come closer.
Now I see clearly!

Help me out of this trap.
If death will be coming soon,
trapped here I will not be.

For you see, I am still now young dear.
Do not let these old bones deceive you now.
Jovial youth I still yearn and perceive.
Now join granny in a cup of tea.

It is quite a pleasure to see,
Our busy youth finding us.
Time is dear, as you see.

It means a lot, dear.
Seeing you here.
Hold my hand.
My dear,
Boy
"Visits" is one of my experimental poems,  written phonetically with a +1, -1 formula.  Hope you Enjoy!
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