Lance Uppercutt Poems

No hesitation of claiming this as I am
But can't decide from two sides so fuzzy
Most may shy but not this proud man
Giving definition to our cinergy
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We the little
We the meat
We the metal

No names for our faces
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Every winter I die
Every spring I'm born anew
But winter takes more
Than spring gives you.
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For the trickery with the bow string
And that World War II noise making thing
For carefully choosing the talent in the band
Adhering to your vision, sticking to your plan
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Here we go with love again
Love is the name we've given
To the largest cavity inside
Fooling boys with a foolish man pride
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Wisp of silk across her cheek below a light gaze
A mounting strength from the darkest of baby blue days
A wind swept glide as I imagine to kiss her
Propped up by the two loves of sweet whisper
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It's about to start, our ritual of nightly
The moon is out but hidden so slightly
The diamonds blink in on schedule brightly
My brother and I wait there politely
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Today my heart heard the song of a bird
Drowning my daily din of dirge
Warming the winter my soul tends to sing
Transforming grey cold into rosy red spring.
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Hurry on to pass i ask, my lonely only wish
A humble re-quest of a 'yes' and such is only this
Underscored with denotation to emphasize assist
One word written nervously a one word note 'insist'
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To convince one of truth is to convince you're a fake
And to imply their lack of feeling an even graver mistake
It's my lopsided awkwardness of being internally awake
The sight of this parody of human they will take
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