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poems by Geoffrey Watters
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Untitled 8/96
Don't need money on which to feed
The corporate world may create your needs
But I won't subscribe to mainstream greed
I just need love.
Don't need TV to soothe my eyes
The images dance and hypnotize
But a picture's worth a thousand lies
I just need love.
Don't need drugs to fuel my fire
A tender touch will take me higher
I'm through with feeling sick and tired
I just need love.
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Love is a Woman
Love is a woman
I know - she told me so.
Settle for nothing?
She smiled and turned to go.
I reached out - couldn't grad her hand,
She asked me to walk and so I ran.
Love is a woman,
Loneliness is a man.
Peace is a blind man
Can't miss what he does not see.
His music is passion,
A vision of sound with lock and key.
I take his arm and lead him in,
He knows the show is about to begin.
Peace is a blind man,
A sight of beauty within.
Hope is our children
They play outside my door.
One of them is crying
Skinned her knee - Can't play anymore.
From my window I see her leave for home,
And long for a time when I wasn't so alone.
Hope is our children,
Our legacy of flesh and bone.
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Death of an out-of-work actor
the memories lie wasting away like so much rotting fruit
the sweet taste long ago given way to foul, rancid recreations of events
in which he plays a role that no longer has a part in a play that no
longer has a plot
an actor is what he was and is- she is sure of it
a very good actor to have deceived everyone for so long
does he even realize he's acting?
and why does he think he's the protagonist?!
she kills him every day inside her head
and every morning like Lazarus he rises again
to suffer
to become less real
untill finally...
he no longer exists.
6-10-00
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