James Pansegrau Poems

On the battle field once more
Sword drawn out towards the war
Through the air the sounds of catapults tore,
As they hit you, smell the fiery tar
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When looking into the pools,
Pools of color you call eyes,
I lose my way each and every time,
Only to find my mind,
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Once emerged in darkness,
I had thoughts for no one,
Then one day came when,
You entered my life,
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Looking into the nights sky,
The moon gleaning with light
Stars shining bright
and I dream of a day
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Walking the halls,
Watching the smiles,
Waiting for the time,
When they will realize,
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Looking out unto,
At the flowing river,
And I wish that I could let,
Let my feelings for you,
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I look at their smiles,
And wonder why I cannot feel that happy,
And realize that they are the reason,
The reason why I’m in the cage,
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War, when will we end it.
Death, does come from it.
Hate, happens because of it.
Revenge, fuels and drives it.
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Walking up the shallow hill.
Upon its crest a tree doth wait.
It ponders over the mossy mill.
That so many of its brothers fell,
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