Justin Reamer Poems

Glory be to the Father,
And to the Son,
And to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning,
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Sitting in a room with a bunch of girls,
With my brother and my mother,
I am laughing to myself,
That there is an 'industry' like any other.
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Who are you to stop my writing?
Who are you to tell me what I cannot do?
Who are you to control me?
Who are you to tell me I cannot write?
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I am Hermes,
The messenger of the gods,
And I am Zeus'
Trusted employ.
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Stef, you are my little sister,
And you know that we are a lot alike,
And that I will always love
You forever and ever,
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The mentor is the inspiration,
Of whom I can't forget,
He took the place of my father,
In the point of life's regret.
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I sit inside my bedroom,
Come out I would not dare,
I'm just fine sitting in here,
To avoid the benign stares.
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The man sat down at his desk,
With his pencil and paper in front
Of him. He began to stare at
The blank sheet in front of him,
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Something I get stuck on,
Something I cannot break,
I try to figure out what to write,
Instead of staring at this slate.
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O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you and I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell. But most of all because I have offended you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace, to confess my sins, to do penance and to amend my life. Amen.
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