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Flatfielder Nov 2020
Where do they March
Symptoms of a time
Repeated in history
Collected discarded resurrected
Blunt statements of ideas
Based on good will
Distorted and fractioned
They divide become a bitter pill
Blunt statements of facts
Pushed aside
Blamed as treason
Applicable everywhere
Explore and discover Reasons
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Flatfielder is near_lane7
Flatfielder Nov 2020
Questions his intentions
When he starts his battered truck
Ready to take him places
In awe when he realizes
He left
Is it nowhere or somewhere
Forced to judge he is alone
He keeps driving
Enters a roundabout
Full circle on the inside lane
Deciding on an exit
Not now he is playing his game
Indecision marred his intention
Second right for going south
Stop for gas
Back in your seat
His intention is
To be about
Does his thing no frowns now clear
Ready to go
Enters a new lifegoals' pier
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Old poem i wrote, now modified
Flatfielder Nov 2020
Cowards are screaming
Yelling to the point of
Loosing their identity
A big massive fright
An outside subjection
To terror polarization hate
Bring the wake-up calls
Don't wait
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An early morning outburst
  Nov 2020 Flatfielder
Sarah Flynn
it is gray outside
of my window,

and it is also
gray in this room.



but outside,
the gray is obvious.

the clouds are
blocking out the sun.



and inside,
the gray is irrelevant
because you shine
so bright that

I am only ever
looking at you.



the world outside
fades away in here.

it is beautiful and
sunny and vibrant.



here, the stress of
the world outside
can't touch me.

I see no sadness
or pain or fear.



I only see you.
I only ever see you.
Flatfielder Nov 2020
My time is limited
To undo what I've done
Remorse never questioned
Tunes majorities sang
Quietness overwhelmed me
Hearing the warning bells
Everybody had the possibility
To at least help turn that key
To the truth documented
Defined observed
A glance
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Written about a year ago
Flatfielder Nov 2020
A young boy in surrender
To his skills' fears and foes
Is overhearing arguments
Affecting him most
Youthful and helpful
Naive it can't be
Troubles are brewing
Not to be told
It
He can't see
Not to grab the extent
Of problems not his own
His family's fairing
No solution to save home
So he wanders and abandons
He did listen through the wall
Never spoke spoken to
The end of it all
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Flatfielder is near_lane7
Written a year ago before going for back visit
Flatfielder Nov 2020
A chance in a moment given
Time of utter importance
The guts to come forward
To grab the extended branch
A quick evaluation
Does a chance mean it's right?

Step back and adjust posture
Deep breath before facts
Flood your thoughts
A river
Water flows faster than chance

To see it float away
Staying behind
A moment in decision making
A new chance will come this way
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Some surrealism about chance
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