Creative Traditional:

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“Random Thoughts”

This night I look to the west
The rays of the sun descends
As if into some soft substance
Or place creating a painted sky
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A crescent moon shines above the horizon
Like a curved thumb nail in the night sky
The colors of darkness
Are not present this night
What will become of such a night?
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The winds of change gust through the valleys
The sky is clear this cold dark night
This morning I look to the east
The rays of the sunrise
Creating a painted morning sky
The crescent shaped moon, still clear
As it was last night
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Colors of daylight budding
Yellow to orange glow expanding to deep dark blue
Space blue
Silhouetted mountains
Silhouetted palm trees
Hugged by this graceful mood
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Morning star shines bright
All is calm
Surreal, beautiful, brisk and cold
My mind is open not knowing what to write
Caffeine flowing through my veins
The thought of life’s torments subdue my mind
The struggles I face in life
The struggles we all face in life
I know everyone has them!
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Wanting to write poetry is the center of my soul
Only to break away from reality
What does one do, while the other sleeps
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My thoughts are still only random thoughts
I think of this world as a world gone mad
Time continues to move
There’s no stopping time
She awakens; it’s 6:00 am
She smiles, saying thank you for last night
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Smiling thinking to myself, what did I do right?
My thoughts are still only random thoughts
Her lips, the curve that runs down her back
The seam that runs down the back of her stockings
Stirs my imagination
My thoughts are still only random thoughts
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What will become of our nation?
What are all these words I write?
Where do they come from?
Life is full of surprises
One does not know what direction to go
East, west, south or north
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The sound of broken glass falling on the floor
My mind wanders with many thoughts
Trying to think of what to write
These are just words of random thoughts
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My mind is restless
Thoughts of anger
Thoughts of joy
Thoughts of passion
Thoughts of when she last looked into my eyes
The smell of her perfume
Is life real or is it just a random dream
One day when I reawake, what will I see?
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What we see in front of us
Is it really what we see?
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A tree, a bird, a rose
The sunrise, the sunset
Is it really everything we are told it is?
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The world is a culture of different skin color
But were all just one race
What’s the big deal about world culture?
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Why does man separate himself?
Out of his race, the color of another mans skin
The love for one another should be like
A glove of warmth on our hands
These are just random thoughts

© Arthur Henn

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