The Smell of Crayons

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The Smell of Crayons A Collection of Poetry By Steve A. Davidson


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Dedicated to my mother, wife, family and students.


Table of Contents Forever Strong

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What Color do you See

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Soul Food

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Absolute

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Arousal

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Love

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Think, Think, Think

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Assembly Instructions: Life

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Opening of one’s Soul

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Whisper

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Chagrined Fruit

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Humble Rocks

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Spring Ends

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Snowflake Blues

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Teenage Storm

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Upside Down

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Used

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Darwinish

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Genuine You

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Deprivation

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Devouring Life

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Forever Strong

Lives are taken, time stands still, People wonder “under whose will?” God makes choices, like you and like me, Sometimes it just so we can see. Who we really are, and why we’re here, To stand on our own, with Him always near. Do not mistrust due to those that you’ve lost For sometime too soon, your paths will again cross. It was no ones fault, just time for them to go, As you must see, as you grow. To forgive and forget sometimes is very hard to do, But the stronger the will, the stronger the glue. This glue that binds us, through trouble and pain, Will guide you and hold strong like a chain. This chain of our lives like ripples in a pond, Forever lasting, forever strong


What Color do you See? Scared and frightened Not knowing who to trust You thought you knew Turns out a bust. Being friends, Losing friends Life is no fun When you’re not trusted…you need amends. You gain trust… Friends…Gone in the wind When you’re in a role So broad and so clean Some think You have no brain All you want to do Is be there….for them Then they lose sight A femme? I think not Just trying to show That we’re all human To learn and to grow.


Soul Food Reflections of years gone by like a hallway mirror in an empty house. They bring back memories, the faded black Like a hallway mirror in an empty house, one can see the life of the faded black yesterday is tomorrow. One can see the life Reflections of years gone by Yesterday is tomorrow Bring back the memories.


Absolute what does it mean, to be in love? everyday i feel Our birth. a beginning that perseveres regardless of time, place or dimension Our love prevails. It is deep inside me this feeling i can't explain. Flowering like a rose, splendid fragrance, a buttress of Our faith. on this day of love i can hardly show how much i love You, this love that We have God was admirable enough to provide. We have something, deep, lasting, forever. i love YOU.


Arousal A breeze beckons through the song of the blue bird, slowly it falls. The thunder of humanity hums, seeps into the abyss, That was once dark before, again. A stream of unconsciousness evolves, Light crawls down. From top to bottom the sun graduates As the giant awakens. Rest to restlessness, Hebrews into Genesis. The tall timbers relish in the digressing light As the sun comes up It also is falling.


Love It tears you but never changes. You fight it, triumph is never won. dying so young you will never prevail so much ahead certainty beautiful but deadly goodnight


Think, Think, Think

Clear the mind see the sun some days fire in my soul love in my heart don't wait for tomorrow. Going south I know not why its clear black then white like a broken soul. one wonders my thoughts wisp.


Assembly Instructions: Life Life evolves, changes with time. No one knows what will be the next chime. We all want to know the next road to take. We can only hang on and partake. People come People go. Some for love some for show. The cards are dealt. Turn them one by one. Luck? Or deemed done? Choices we make determine our lives. Some for the good, some our demise. You see‌you never know what wave will overturn your life a calm or life...a storm. So take it as it is. It is what it is. The heck with the fortune tellers life’s really what He says. Now let go Quit trying to drive. enjoy the scenery, enjoy and thrive.


Opening of one’s Soul Acquaintances come, Acquaintances go. We are all touched By those that we know. Our soul is white With no scribble marks, Some write light, Some write dark. No one knows, Who will enter next. Open or closed, Some simple, some complex. Friends tend to make, A deeper contribution. Without pseudo dilution. Measure carefully, Scrutinize with great guard. Those whom you think are friends, Can leave you scarred. When a soul appears, That passes the tests. There shall be no contest. Enter wide, Enter deep. Count your blessings, And begin to reep. For life then begins, coming full-circle. Someone to share with, Sharing with someone.


Whisper Finding my way, as I brail though the dusk, snow falling whispering. white wash to clear wrapping around the capsule. it blows it blows blocking my perception. You appear again.


Chagrined Fruit A divided year we shared, never once were we peered. There was much that we aired, a bit close if we dared. Now you are distant, and quite a bit persistent. As if you have no assistant, The conversation not consistent. So where from here, Shall we dribble and weigh? To converse or much more To some people’s dismay. It cannot be true, These thoughts we once shared. To grow and cultivate, To non-other compared. You’ve come so far to just let it slide. Your time to develop Will soon ebb like the tide. It is time for a choice, That you must now make. To take the next step, Or just let it just break?


Humble Rocks One to the next melting without much thought we float not knowing the day or caring for the way we can’t buy it back It is gone Blended days so subtle so bland extracting life from each grain of sand this sand that falls from one day to the next some simple some complex

They rip and they tear each one that descends from life to death Leading us to amends


Spring Ends As the leaves fall heat escapes They begin their quest erudition Every year the same But with different masks We start the March again


Snowflake Blues He started out a simple ice molecule So simple and clear, Temperature changed and he fell So far without a smear. As he approached the ground He began to see, An orifice so scary Right next to a tree. Closer and Closer Out of control, Spiraling down Into the hole. Splat, he hit A soft landing for sure, He was all done falling, All done with his tour. Not knowing where he was For he was so young, Eeeek! Warm,soft...It was a tongue!


Teenage Storm Falling, so desperate. Spiraling, Anticipation, Never finding a place. Changing, Traveling through time. Only to see What is me.


Upside Down The moon is low, on the horizon it sits. Hovering‌drawing, my energy from within. A plane flies high. In the still of the night Leaving a trail, Souls in flight. This conjunction of thoughts backwards as it may be, reminds me of a time yet to be.


Used Discarded so easy Like pennies in a pond Life is short So why are we fond? We’re fond of this life That we try to control But we have no wheel Just a button and a hole. This hole that we fill With things that we find So meaningful and good But sometimes unkind. Like coffee grounds we are, Proud and strong Only to find We’re singing the wrong song.


Darwinish You live all your life Trying to keep them close Only to find That they’ve gone their own course. When they’re out on their own You try to connect Only to find No time… Disconnect. You open your soul spilling what you’re like... They morph into you This transformation is unique One that can’t compare all you can do is look stare compare.

Joy


Genuine You Running but never going anywhere that is all we do. spinning never getting dizzy no clue. Run This faux world with faux friends. Run Only one is real only one is true. Sit


Deprivation

Talk and talk always wanting more querulous we meet their needs emotional mental safety But do we? What is their void? someone anyone that understand them.


Devouring Life Learning is profound it can’t be defined. Many may try only to be remain blind. It can’t be defined how it should be done. The answers are many but still there remains none. How is should be done is only told by those that live it each day the average Joe’s. They are the teachers and students that learn real quick that the only thing that matters is being prudent. Teaching is learning and learning is doing. One can absorb by many means but mainly by chewing.


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