Author: Thom

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When I was a child, crossing the street meant an afternoon, a forever setting, in a cloudless sky. It meant things attainable, like pebbles nearby a pond, we could jump in if we cared, smell like the seaweed and algae. – When I was a kid, the street no longer mattered, there were now tire…

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If while the world rotates, an axis always fluid, yet very much the same to the naked eye we stood alone for a time, would we fade into the soil, only regrading the vacancy of truth. – Perhaps I might still stand alone, though I’m thankful I can rely upon the eyes of her own…

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When all alone in the sweet sunrise of our mind, we have clarity,  see the truth, we know the other side, that place in the darkness, so often we might, choose to ignore for the sake of this serene aspect, perhaps ‘a drive’  – yet, it is in this now, I can feel you, touch…

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In a sudden state of conclusion, a confusion, an interruption of our ultimatum, we were in a stirring rendition, of love, of fun, of childhood, when simply in the notice of our soul catcher, we were told it is time to go home. – Now in the quiet of the day, when laying back in…

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My world turned upside down, This is meant to describe a privacy, Yet how do I hide pain, An open wound, Filters beyond the expression of a day. – I am a good man, I believe that to be true, I am willing to understand Yet so opposed, I’d rather be of all demand. –…

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I spoke of this lifestyle, this world, a free state of mind, a peace, brought upon my heart by the lush wood, the certain flavor of natural tones in a sunlit meadow, we create our own. – I once began to wonder how long, the summer might last, before the pangs of autumn and a…

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There are times when in my real life I cry, it is sudden, something I cannot control, watching the illusion of our reality, in the episodic nature of historical fiction, the retelling of the reality, we would all like to pretend is  that fiction. – And yet, when I cry there are real tears, I…

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I settle in to a memory, it holds faith, for all the quiet reflection, when eyes would look far ahead, see a sunrise within the rains, those were the moments, while she would caress my soul, I might find her smile, the sweetest reflection of love. – There is a sometime pause, when we suddenly…

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When they walk out the door, they have natural instincts, look over their shoulder, keep a skeptic eye, they constantly watch their step while they attend, make time to be in, express a similar value, as do I, when I go about living my regular, normal, daily life. – I have these friends, keep their…

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Is it a want, a need, a purpose, defines the living soul, the eyes of which, a world may rely upon to assist simple understanding. – The manner we posture, a walk, a glance, an utterance, measured by one, thought of as many aspects – how an introduction might manifest an outcome. – If by…