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oh the shades of blues
the blacks are quite an accent
I await the hues oh yellows and greens
with excited anticipation
twice the size it used to be
it looks like stay puffs hand
with layers upon layers of gauze
and bands
single keys each one I press
none of this is meant to impress
only that I do better typing one finger then ten
so now I come to sudden end
The quiet screams at me
it echoes and surrounds
emptiness within these walls
nothing stirs but I
Images and imagination running rampant
searcing for a place to land and take seed
but there is only one that breathes
with a fertile mind
to plant a seed
How long must this go on?
before the rest of me
is gone
how long,how long
My interest piqued
I read
"Learn How To Critique"
It said:
Improve your skills
Join c lynn brooks for a workshop
on critique and learn how to give praise
and mild admonishments.
From September 11th until October 2nd
Twenty-one days of unadulterated bliss
Learn to critique with confidence
Steaming jungle darkly wrapped
closing in, keeps him trapped
Sounds of life and of death
he holds his screams and nervous breath
Life crawls by, touching him
he holds his bowels, filled to brim
Eyes strain to see through blinding gloom
trying to guess whence comes his doom
darker blackness slides closer still
waiting for the chance to kill
Senses tuned to ultimate
this is as good as it gets
Emotions roil filling him with life
as he holds the ebon bladed knife