greg richardson

Motherhood is not
about being perfect
Its about putting others
before yourself
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I am done
with poetry
Unfortunately,
It is not
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In a moment
the turmoil
can cease to be
if only you write
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Why'd it take my death
for you to understand
You thought I was crazy
in a sane land
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A poet
am I
We are not so common
as one might believe
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It feels so good
to hear you scream
Your lyrics
anesthetize me
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Too many tweets
not enough time.
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I heal people
and transform
their lives.
My intervention
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Print them all
I don't care
and if they make a dime
give it to my children
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Malevolent words
fill my mouth
but I swallow them
rather than spit them out
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What matter of man
am I?
to seem to have
a lot of friends
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I can't bear
to see the fools
kneeling in their churches
begging for forgiveness
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I am aghast
By the past
That holds me down
Until I drown
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the water falls
and I weep
as I am tossed
be gentle with me waves
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to sit and rest
I sometimes wonder
what is next?
I work so hard
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If I am God
as I say
I should speak
with no delay
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Perhaps I should be done
with poetry
Perhaps I should die
bereft
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Talent
you don't deserve
While I hold on to
the devil
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I have seen
on earth
and in heaven
cocktails
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Forgive me
for what I say
for what I think
for what I do
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