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I’ve written these over the past few years. I’ve titled the group “A Study of Short Poems” because each one is slightly different from the one preceding it, and is meant to showcase different forms of short poems as well as different uses of forms. Take note of the rhyme schemes, the patterns, the alliterations, and in some the overall unity of the poem. 1. M ight I have your hearing U nilaterally feeling S uch an overwhelming thing I cannot help but sing C aught in act, I’m King. 2. H ere and now Despair O ft and soon repair P oint the rum and Dare E xpect the world, Care. 3. I shoot up a flare To Silence Hatred, Bitterness Indwelling But now Hope. To Listen, to Care To Silence I shoot up a flare. 4. In this icy room Seen out the window A Summer’s heat bloom But I am Freezing. 5. Childlike, I smiled Bright So very light Everyone could Feel ...
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The Leadership Manifesto

There are three types of leaders; regular leaders, great leaders, and the best leaders. However, in general leaders are the controllers of a group. They are the ones who guide the decisions, interactions, the timing, and the tone. Leaders do not necessarily have an official title or authority, but they are the force within a given group. We have seen leaders throughout history who had no position, title, or authority, and yet they led the masses with their desire. The French Revolution was started regardless of the king. Alexander became The Great by his actions. Hitler took Europe. Americans wrested freedom from England. They were not simply born into these roles, nor were they forced into them. They did, however, have a lot in common as to who they were as people, how they conducted themselves, and the visions and actions they had and took. They developed into the world-altering people that history memorializes them as being. Leaders are made.      ...

However

In my life I am nothing to anyone- yet another nice guy- whom they may take for GRANTED. I have been sorely tempted of late to challenge this activity towards my person. Wishing to defy their imaginations with brutal HONESTY. I find of myself a sort of sympathy for those who can't survive without selfishness. That IS BEST. As without a smidgen of selfishness, one would never receive anything they should desire- As bad as that may seem HOWEVER. One must note, that nothing is accomplished unless someone whines like a teething babe... that everyone has no sense of true KINDNESS. In the end, I suppose that I shall remain that nice guy, for now. But before long, not a doubt shall be held that this route KILLS.

a Spore

Face to face with mine own insufficiency I grasp with mine own impossibility. To ever know an unburdened core Yet for freedom it would be a spore. I am not strong enough to overpower myself. The clenching throb of spinal lacing Unpredictable body aching I simply ask for a respite, for a ban. Embracing, Facing these spots- I am a Man.

Slumber soft eyes

Slumber soft eyes, still a sober-second. Behold, bereft burdens; Believed, but not beckoned. Deal directly, doles of detested doubt, Over my omnipresent, omnipotent ogres- of Substantive bolts. Born by deed to the objectification of Such Corporeality. Slumber soft eyes, still a sober-second.  

Tree

I am a tree that gives glee. Always to agree. Ever to be. To have and mold the carpenter's fee, ever so bold. Is not this more? My great core. This grand lore no longer a bore. To rest it's shade and make a grand floor, ever so laid.

Breathe

and breathe, breathe again don't quit me nor disdain take away this deep pain let life, sweep your corpse and blood flood your cores and breathe, breathe again how dare you abandon leave you, carrion to breathe and sing song you breathe- my wish, belong and breathe, breathe again

Pillage

Pillage my mind and set me free, I can not face this willingly. Shred my defenses, and leave them barren. Lead me now to old river Sharon. I am weak, I am given in- my heart is- a strangers trash bin. So heave my core over and let me sink. I do most of all, weaken your link. I can not face this willingly, Pillage my mind and set me free.