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In the balance twixt the can and can't,
Heartache in the shall or shan't
Dispute then in the do or don't,
Right or wrong in will or won't?
The measure of an in or out
Or distancing from what you flout?
To seep your days in earnest flight
Perhaps you should, perhaps you might?
Hovering betwixt, between,
Glimpsing some but seldom seen?
This heart which longs to feel it all,
Remote, alas, in vague recall!

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
A spasm of endeavor in questing for the essence
of Jamadhi Verse's Lyrical, "Old Haunts"?
The world is an
orphan's broken toy.
Heart like a ferrel hog,
untamed by cages and
starvation.

The depth of misery and
elation sink dripping teeth
into ripe peaches.

Come on in.
Ignore the floating, bloated
bodies.
There's a pool of Shalom
somewhere.
We all want to be healed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEeNcBC_mnM
Here's a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books.

www.thomaswcase.com
Sated in the hollow of the emptiness within.
Lonely in the boulders of the path you choose to walk
But warmth in the thread of a mutual commonality,
Precludes a conversation's.... necessity to talk.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
Meandering in "Only the Moon" by Mike Adams
Only the moon
Defines our day
With orbit

Only sunshine
Allows our life

Only our ***
Creates our people

Only your love
Made me whole

Now moon drifts away
3.87 centimetres
Each year

The night shall stretch
And die

You left
All at once

Only I cry
I cry
I cry
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