Poetry By Chase Millhollen
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-Pallet-
These thoughts are as abstract as they are real
It is laughed at like a student
Lying here nor there
Mystical as the good book, yet rained with knowing
These esoteric, restricted motives are grey
Black is a combination
White is a puzzle
Grey trickles through the strokes
These colors run life, abstract as a painting.
How can one balance the blend?
-Sky Line-
I sit here on my bubble
Atop all worries
Looking down upon my world
I see the horizon of colors
I see two paths
I see one distinct
I see one carved
I see to choose
The sight of opportunity seeks closer
As I slide of my bubble into ambiguous skies.
-Unlearned-
I see the feeling
I step into it like a dream
My eyes wide shut
I center the feel
I think with no thought
I teach with no thumb
I develop levels with no action
My words are subtle as the feeling
-Bouncing Bullet-
Control the mystery
Define the future
Breathe the present
With mystery control the dark
Then the unseen will not control you
Leave all doings aside, then the darkness will bend.
Drop sight and feel serene
-Bottom-
Cloudy rain
Rains down
Raining intrinsic emotions
Past puddles roil vibrantly
With the purest rain reflect the muddiest unpresent
Creative thought and tranquil self;
Act when all is clear still
Known sense will presently realign the right
-Split Grey-
These pictures paint me graciously
Luminous rebirths blossom
Endless landscapes and delicate friends show all that you can’t see
For each picture dances with heart of passion, echoed with beautiful mysteries within boarders
Ambiguous lines blend with the undefined patterns of nature
Photos standing tall on the rhythm of rules
-Meet me there-
All I care is here
I am the dog in the wind
Letting the chaotic world breathe past me
I smirk then smile
For this world is cherished as the thinning air hitting my soul
I cry for all that I can’t see
In time I re-sculpt a distant friend
He is me and you smiling back
Copyright Chase Millhollen
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