Found some of my other poems (thanks to a close friend). I'll not post them all at once, but here is the first one. It's called birds and worms.

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over the mountains of my sorrow
a single blackbird flew

and looked down with deliberation
at the snowy treetops

high on the face of my fortress
there was found

a place suitable
for rest

there with the gentle touch
of the black bird's foot

came the sound of thunder
strangely comforting

asleep, she had a vision
of a dirty shore

where soon passed, uninterested
a worm

which by way of its nature
ate dirt and died

its life was dissolved
by reality

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I'll let the reader come to his own conclusions about the meaning, and then maybe next time I blog I'll include the description of my intent, which I wrote alongside the poem.

"If one person can take peace from another, then isn't it safe to say that the other never had peace to begin with?"