Being (1980)
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There is no head here
surface engraved
images-someone else's ways
pound on the walls of the brain
inside
deep
Listen
stop
fighting
you are what you are
So many eyes we have met stay in mind
the mind of someone looking back at you
reflect for sometime
stories, not of the heart, mirrors of the mind
leaves fall on the ground
you know they're falling-you feel it
you know it's Fall
There should at least be windows
I should be outside
I'm not happy here
in this padded mental cell...
Being
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reminds me of something i wrote...
she is in there,
beneath skin
beyond muscle
before bone...
i like
leaves fall on the ground
you know they're falling-you feel it
you know it's Fall
she is in there,
beneath skin
beyond muscle
before bone...
i like
leaves fall on the ground
you know they're falling-you feel it
you know it's Fall
you're more advanced than a cockroach,
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~
(there are more of my poems buried further down the Hall, if you're interested...)heh...that's how i found this one!! i went looking. 
you're more advanced than a cockroach,
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~
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>double posted, sheet (Ah waited 2 years fer...)! Anyway I just edited this poem and I think that makes it even better. I really haven't been able to stand the beginning a number of times I've looked at it, and then it screams: let it be! Sort of a zen poem as when I edit it, every now and then, it shines brighter. 
fall far and well Pilots!