Patrick Czyz

Why must you be so serious?
Smile!
If not for yourself, then for us.
Why must you be so uptight?
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Long ago, a wish granter was walking around.
He came across four doors and knocked.
Four different faces greeted him.
He granted them four very different wishes.
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I often go to places,
Not near from my home,
That leave an imprinted mark.
I keep their lasting sight
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I see two hungry robins flap their wings.
The first one thought himself a falcon
And takes off rushed like a rocket-thing.
He will soon teach us a lesson.
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The great north land
Is sung by every band,
The coast from north to west
Has a grand quest.
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Vast beauty stretches high and wide,
Although nearly empty, it sparks wonder:

Splendid galaxies span on every side.
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Light leaks from a tunnel end
-The darkness is a passing trend.

After the loudest howling storm,
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At each daily start,
When Dawn drives the peal-pressed cart
Upon the rounded remote rim of sky,
The sight creates a glint-sung hymn:
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Winter's splinters freeze the chilled ground
As coldness slicks and crawls around
The tempest winds bearing down hence
Upon a frail residence.
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In the days of good and old,
The murky air and cold went untold.
The animals meandered the plains-
Free and without worry.
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Hope is often lost. It is subtle.
If life likens itself to a night sky,
Then it is doomed.
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My house is a foreign home
Because souls find it darksome.
Hoping to hearten my place of dolor,
They divulge old stories of lively color.
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First to relish the misty rain.
First to see the sunrise reign.
First to converse with clouds.
First to transcend lowly ground.
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Do rivers flow forever?
Shall ships sail incessantly?
Must water be waved wearily?
Will rest be attained?
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The sun has been dubbed golden fire
-And rightly so.
It breathes out dark despair
To sustain its lively flame.
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On gentle waters rests my boat.
Steady is its stance.
Calm is its float.
I've built it.
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Roaming throughout the void sky
With a cold crown above a frigid face,
It stares at life with icy eyes.
Rage. Cold rage.
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You are surrounded by darkness.
And encompassed by loneliness.
Your weary wax is well-nigh spent.
You are hopeless and tormented.
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As I sit inside,
I see the park wherein I played.
I see the tennis court
-A landmark of summer joy.
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We tremble through life draining plains.
In terrible trials do we all pain.
Fears, cries, sweat and pleas are proof.
With agony do our arms reach for some hope aloof.
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