Mark Gannon

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pink is the color of my hand
purple is the color of my land
poppies in my head
when the devil calls my name
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Another dropp in time
another voice worn thin
my soul is trapped
wothin my head
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Left...
Right...
Left...
I'm Alone;
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DRUMs;
keep me movin,
keep me dancin,
keep me spinnin;
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Bright stars in the air,
clustered things all around me,
arranged around me here and there,
arranged like a soul, free.
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Will you run with me?
To the land we call home,
and live in peace amung the wilderness,
with flowers in your hair,
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Who Cares
Who Cares
Who cares about the wind that blows
the tide that flows
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Colors, meshed and smirred in form,
only as free as one's mind.
Closing her eyes is a world unknown,
but rarely ever unkind.
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The man looks into the blue eyes of the lion,
and sees a sincerity there once was.
Looks back at the horizon and
wonders why the sun never sets.
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Like a prize so
cherished once,
held high and mighty.
Now forgotton and lost,
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Auburn skies surrounded
by a coil of blue,
a fire burning for only who?
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Wind blowing gently, against the trees.
Like a chill so faint, like a breeze.
The cooling of my face,
i feel so glorious.
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I feel so free,
I feel serene
so paralyzed
so stupified
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V1:
Been trapped in this box,
for a 100 million years.
my mind's goin crazy,
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Dizzy and confused i lie,
starring at the ceiling spinning
all i feel is the brainlessness of a high.
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17.

Incorruptable like a weevil to a fruit,
steam to an envolope.
Hurt like to love and love like to hurt.
a freind within a freind,
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When there's noone there,
and there's noone around to see you fall.
wh nthe silence breaks,
and the trees begin to call.
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Leaves,
drenched with tears of a cloud.
The sound of silence,
is yet so loud.
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Water still,
but not yet running.
Puddles gather the,
sins of past coming.
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The Best Poem Of Mark Gannon

Ode To A War Hero

The stars lustering in the heavens above,
give life to a long lost hero we once loved.
Forever guarding the gates to our hearts,
and awaiting for our second birth.

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