Poet of the River Poems

If life is a game,
What are the odds I might win?
Give me a tally, what out of ten?
If all I had was my name,
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happy and free, happy and free,
joyful, toyful, and blissful is me.
singing so loud, standing so proud,
and grinning happily.
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There are two sides to every coin,
just as there is a before and after.
this journey of life is one i would like to join,
and follow in the steps of laughter.
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I love you mom,
with all my heart.
I am so sorry,
I have torn your world apart.
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Not long after the fall of his father, the lost story of William begins.


William, the last of his line, ponders over what is to be.
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What is it we see when we choose to close our eyes?
Is it some form of security we hold dear?
Why are there so many truths we have backed upon lies?
Are they done not out of anger, but out of fear?
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oh little bug, oh little bug.
what is it that you do?
you fly so high, swim so deep, and bask in the morning dew.
yet through all your adventure, all that you do,
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Time is no more than an illusion.
It is as quiet and as sly as can be.
Time is the best cure for confusion,
it is in time where the answers will be.
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Fire,
Burning with a passion like the sun.
Once you lit the match, you knew the fire had begun.
Blazing, rising, and flowing over the wood like a burning river,
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