Two Poems
In a New Form

By: Norrel Armstrong
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When Will We Find Each Other?

I have been running / for miles and years / shedding whatever / fear that can exist / wondering does she exist / I miss her and don't even know her / but I know what she aspires to do in life / I understand what she wants to be in life / she is my anonymous wife/

I deserve her / and I whisper in the ear of the wind / planning that my words will reach her I where she walks / talks / swims / or teaches /

The Creator created me / solely for the purpose of her / the woman of all civilization / the soul of all souls / the beauty within / all beauty / the duty of my manhood / defends her absence / I await in a cell / waiting for her to complete me to be free / the passion of such a man / will free the hopeful / my compassion will right her wrongs / and correct her flaws / I will open doors to a world of her expectation / she will be respected and never neglected / and her mind will grow to the aspects of being impressive / she will breed the likes of kings and queens /

A prisoner shall this man be / until she frees my lonely love / to be loved and to raise such a love / is the only meaning of living / she is the only one / but where is she / will she read these words I bleed / will she proceed / and understand the commitment it takes to be with me / she will be / what I know her to be / strong in every factor / and I will bring Heaven into her chapters / so she can behold a true man / and be tended to as a full bloomed woman /

The Alone

The world of a prisoner is / an isolated island / of want / need and existence of naught / many are aboard / acting brave / in a nation of the deserted / some flirted with suicide / others died long ago / in self / asleep in their subconscious / watching with sight / just because they can see /

Alone in a gigantic world stuck in the institution of the instituted / lonesome among a thousand others / brothers of depreciation / with no relation in mind / just bitter lemons / accepting the fate that a black robe has given / ages range from / eight to eighty / numb / forgotten in one big sum / out of sight off the mind / lost in an owned state of time /

The dead have been dead / before death even volunteered to kill / beautiful brains are damaged / by chemical pills /

Keep what faith alive / faith in a t.v. show that comes on at eight / be there and you will see her / but she is blond with blue eyes / you will never have her /

Reach out and write / to communicate / but today phones have cameras / and everything is instant / so society can't wait / a letter is a form of ancient civilization / waiting for a response is like waiting for salvation / postal mail is now called snail-mail / so you do the math / the phone is a form of corruption / before you even greet your people / there is a interruption / we're alone / because that is how it was programmed to be / because being here alone / makes a man never want to be free /

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"Speak gently to the little child;
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild;
It may not long remain."
David Bates, 1849

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