chester maynes


i smell work

scents of pressure leak

while motions invade space

i’m stuck on a constant phase


sleep is an opened eye

there are tampered dreams

like vandalisms on walls

reality exposed


waiting makes a journey

to brick roads un-trodden

pauses are freezes

they are leaving wide gaps


widows are weeping

some children bury the hatchet

i am seeking

i found necessity




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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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4 Responses to

  1. Your words are very moving. I am glad you shared them. I invite you to visit my blog.

  2. Love your style I will be back for more, the line sleep is an opened eye–indeed it is

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