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Crow’s Nest Warning
The Great Captain has gone insanelashing at the sea with all his mightas thunder echoes and lightning strikeswill he be forever lost? Dejected souls stand the shorelineawaiting answers that will never comefeel the rain upon the facefor its the only… Continue reading
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Waiting On Ice
I stand upon the ice fieldlooking out to the horizonthe midnight sun is far behind meyet the darkness remains. Soon the redness of a new dayshall seep onto the canvass of lifesoon the ice will breakand I will be free.… Continue reading
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Out Of Many, One
E Pluribus Unum(out of many, one) When patriotism can get you killed your voice becomes a commodity of freedom. Stand up to those that deem to destroy what many have sacrificed their lives for. Be vacant of fear and rise… Continue reading
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Logic Harnessed
With all the crap that the world is going through, with all the challenges and controversial rhetoric that seeks to seal our doom I remain optimistic about our future. I believe there is someone out there like my grand mother.… Continue reading
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In Death
there is no hypocrisy in deathas there is in lifefor the great swell of our existencefesters in regret death will rectify that swellequalize it without remorsebring true the justification of our totalitythat we are nothing more than one part of… Continue reading
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Dead Poets Hang in The Night
by Michael Plante Tethered by a noosethe poet awaitsholding dead flowers and a broken heart.His light extinguished and the binding of his life forever crackedthe noose is his only company. The stench of society putrid to him nowdistasteful indeed.Man is… Continue reading
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Canadian Pride
by Michael Plante It is not our wayto submit.We do our thingin our own wayin our own timeall for a greater cause. Do we collect the starsor do they entertain our minds?Or maybe we just see them as an extension?What… Continue reading
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My Minneapolis
The tide of hypocrisy rolls in and I become the shore.The lighthouse under the stars beckons a warning, “danger awaits”yet the tide continues;so firmly I must stand. The lighthouse keeper sounds the horn to those passing in the fog“beware…beware…be safe… Continue reading
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I Come from The North
I am Nanook.I was forged in the cold and the darkness of a barren land.In the arctic we live the hard way.We kill to survive.We survive to make lovein the barren land of the north. I know no pityand understand… Continue reading
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Life Crafted
by Michael Plante Can you see yourself floating on the seasin a little craft;waves lappingthe sun is shininga slight breeze brushes your cheeka cloud rolls by to say “Hello”and you laugh because it looks like a smile? At that moment… Continue reading
