I suposses what it was is real

I suposses what it was is real

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

because there-in I supposes

what it was is real

I unwrapped the black mirror

when I think about it

a glimpse it might delight me

I still can in haste

remember the mist to exist

so just watch us get along

O smoke I flung, I chase

all said and done

hearing the way I know them

afar across the space

moving away pulling loosely

at a thread joyously felt

but steady goes up here or there

glows together kindness

holds still closer although blues above

they were their grace

for rights and inner tears overal

are running and blowing pass time

and no-one, no-one does that

within this unsupported reason reach

O mighty sparrow

O blossoms in the dust

besides me as madness is vastness

as you go by kept so early more enuff

oppressively but not-so free

while I can throw a little bit gets

in the sky and I sigh

for all the rest asides

and here it comes again

we could saw a wooden mast fall

in a strong wind it could be the worst

what do you think

at first seeing the entrance stands 

to what we're doing

and that is this thought in my room

disquiets and strives

and some magic bags soon appears

as stars in my arms

insides of papers memories looms

as the short sharp tooth was on it all

as an wanton moon wanes wants

complains, turns low, burns cool bubbles

near me a surface of bright water

I unwrapped the black mirror

afterwards following but not so free

gladly you and me torn and lonely

in things a-drift within the tides

and here-said by the words go

of the wild and free

with air and your stuff in the words there

that losses their feeling

no comparing the wisdom

and the signs of care

from everybody is living and trying

and we're back that's

where we was for

much worse or for all better

to having everybody is arriving in cans

at infinity's corridors

that had stopped winds weakens storms

by reaching the top

leaving, needing, a-leading ashore

some strength might recover

upon sands O cold stepping stones

out of order waking up rebellious

we're seeking exits stage left/p>

catching up next

on the path to new dawns

outward bound floating and not-so roses

gladly on a big and lonely boat soonest rowing oars

over nights beats two hearts by oaths held in the hollow

rowing oars over nights, stars and you spoken we together

aways off the ground to see

pouring at once

passing me to plenty

showing down the streets at swells

seeking more is it

in words flowing in what words gone

the midnight is special

reciting yours only me

taking on forever

we're the situation loud

we call out against it

in nonsense that losses its stance

no-one else, no-one does chance

within this unsupported reason reaches

O mighty sparrow

O blossoms in the dust

to right something left, you can:

we can get around fast

where-on your answers get deeper yet

down the streets lingers up

and still not-so far off for us near

a branch weeps in the cold rain

 

© 2025 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on December 20, 2016
Last Updated on December 22, 2025

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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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