Terry Horn - More Poems
a memory of all things
seen  consume sorrow
trapped
depicted in shadows
of oil paint
the unborn name
wounded by love
answers to the twilight
every word ached 
spoken
indirectly to your heart
here’s a memory
remember me
in your kingdom
pass your pills
fill your mouth
with words
and glory
after the crucifixion
the resurrection
she became a constant
the north star
in the darkest night 
wake up
made brunch
tea or coffee
sipping an energy drink
she is real
happiness so sad
making me laugh
let’s be safe
grew up in a murder capitol
couldn’t hire an armed guard
let’s be laughter
abused by dreaming
didn’t come here
to do that
maintenance sickness 
across the street illusion
faith abandoned
becoming a soul
a book of life
challenging the spirit
evolutionary walk
smells like paradise
shocked
unfinished business 
a threat was in the forest
walking on two legs
thru the mountains 
some
focus on politics
others on crime
still others
gave up the shit diet
shouldn’t
they be accused of
murder
oh lord yeah
the death of ideas
the drone program
responsible tarnish 
strange debris in the
garbage truck
a finger a head
a limb
sown together with
answers 
celebrating facts
adaptive value
the joy of principle
pastoral wisdom
house of dirt
understanding
the lack of safety 
likes toys that make noise
here’s a commercial
poke self in head
define frustrated
unchangeable change
guided growth
recognizing satisfying
words
growth with decisions
pulse reacting
shapes continue
forgetting who you were
explained no apology
the strength inside
the unlocked door
more junk everywhere
wisely placed time
there is
nothing wrong with you
not the same for everyone
choice takes the lead
emotional clutter
storage basement
a few boxes in the corner
rotting 
necessity cleared
I am
only going home
an ee cummings notebook
words without margins
thoughts centered with
fragile support
every word truer
than the last
all adds up to
another technical
shift
as letters collide
the lasting sun
religious stars
unknown eternal 
powerful mortality
burdens ending
time’s eraser
practiced daily
needs clear
and cloudy 
caught a raindrop
one small step
unnoticed discomfort
learning
sleeps on the couch
dreams of the floor
proof
built with thoughts
and machinations 
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