Tag: poetry

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The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses  offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why. – Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

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I have this desire, on occasion, walking along a street, an avenue of opportunity. I see a figure, another human being, I imagine them to be accountable, so when they leave my presence, return to their world, the intimate part of life, their words, their actions, their beliefs, might continue the pursuit of happiness. I’m…

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Aug 17

GOLD

Here’s to the things I never did. To things I never was; I did you and I did us. A little bit of both and they called us fake love. Trauma was our friend cause we laid addicted to life’s fake stuff. But truth be told, this life was getting frail and old. How we…

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There’s been a lot of talk recently, about what it is, what we have, how the world seems to function, though we’re an anomaly to  the truth. – I came home tonight, yes, a sort of settling fashion, so often I’ve felt out of place, in a wonder, not knowing really, where home might ever…

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It would seem we haven’t had enough, Watching our neighbors fall to the sword, The world around us eschewing the evil Of a nation lost in a swirl of self-pity. – No one to blame but ourselves, Yet that never comes into play, We are soon to discover some outlet, Easy to say we may…

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I would if asked, Suggest my world an easy one, Though to the onlooker, It may seem quite the opposite. – Depends upon the day, I might quickly suggest, Have I been, browbeaten again, Or just left for dead, I’d want to guess. – I wish there might be a time, Like the night I…

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We might soothe our state of mind, perhaps let go of an aggravation in acrimony. – We might look to the setting sun for relief, opaque skies scream harmony in pastels. – Much like a caravan from a different time, canoes arrive to convey quiet mystique. – We were wandering along an endless sand, only…

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Certainly, life is a challenge, wake up to a peaceful sunlit morning, compelled to go back to dreams, life is waiting with a plundering notion, at least, that’s what a voice tells me, when trying to ascertain, getting a grip, get a grip, get a grasp, we all do grapple with a sweet ideal, when…

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Ever wonder, when you look them in the eye, if their response is a genuine effort to lie. A mean-spirited man once said to me, if you wait around, you die. – Ever wander through a day and sigh, just not sure how to complete a moment, instead letting it pass, by listening to the…

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Nothing is more motivating than watching an infant learn. Instinctively, they conquer all obstacles to reach each development milestone. From the beginning, we are programmed to achieve our goals. Even so, somewhere along with the years, our determination disappears. Settling upon mediocrity, our dreams fade to an acceptance of a lesser reality. Stored under the dust…