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Patient With poems & Dreams
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May 2010
I once had a patient, who spoke only in whispers and dreams,
wrote his stories in poems, flew up just to touch his dreams,
let the clouds hig him, and kush becomes his theme,
can;t you see the gleam, or how about the sprite stream.
Never would this patient talk, simply would just hand me his notebook,
his words always had me captivated, dangling from the hook,
all it takes is curiosity, and the will to take a look,
opinions are left as road kill, never does this patient get shook,
all it takes is a sudden urge of creativity, my pen and an empty page in that notebook.
Decided to look at his file, shock overcame me when I found,
that this patient was never waiting, he was in every visit, safe and sound,
confusion began circling me, the question why began to surround,
just when I thought I rebounded, I fell back empty handed to the ground.
I am the patient, who speaks in whispers and dreams,
I write feelings in each poem, I fly up just to touch any dream,
I let the clouds hug me, kush for a while has been my theme,
I can see the gleam, and i swim in the who cares stream.
