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Looking Out Only Sky All This Time Lost Watching White Trucks Carrying Empty Husks On To Eternity Am I The Only One Who Can See This Travesty ?

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC

Gray City

Looking Out Only Sky All This Time Lost Watching White Trucks Carrying Empty Husks On To Eternity Am I The Only One Who Can See This Travesty ?

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Staring With Lustful Gaze Seductive Darkness Eludes Light To Dark Black To White Gradients Of Trouble Capture This Weary Mind Lie Still You Hopeful Hostage Thirsting For Sleep’s Tranquil Sanctuary Assuredly Salvation Is Just Moments Away

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Sep 23, 2018

Sep 23, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC

Insomnia

Staring With Lustful Gaze Seductive Darkness Eludes Light To Dark Black To White Gradients Of Trouble Capture This Weary Mind Lie Still You Hopeful Hostage Thirsting For Sleep’s Tranquil Sanctuary Assuredly Salvation Is Just Moments Away

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Some days I Feel Like I Am Falling Through The World But Some days The World Feels Like It Is Falling Through Me Sounds Colors Sirens Am I The Prism That Brings The Rainbow Into Focus Or Just Another Looking Glass Mirroring What I See ?

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Aug 9, 2018

Aug 9, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC

Prism

Some days I Feel Like I Am Falling Through The World But Some days The World Feels Like It Is Falling Through Me Sounds Colors Sirens Am I The Prism That Brings The Rainbow Into Focus Or Just Another Looking Glass Mirroring What I See ?

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Sunlight Dappled Wood Floor Old rocking chair And A Breeze That Smells Of Summer Tall Grass Dances Birds Expand And Contract Accordion Style Their Flight A Music Unto Itself Such Rare Beauty Far as the eye can see In this moment Everything Is Alive Especially Me

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Apr 3, 2018

Apr 3, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC

Moment

Sunlight Dappled Wood Floor Old rocking chair And A Breeze That Smells Of Summer Tall Grass Dances Birds Expand And Contract Accordion Style Their Flight A Music Unto Itself Such Rare Beauty Far as the eye can see In this moment Everything Is Alive Especially Me

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You Are My Phantom Pain My Missing Limb The Piece I Just Can’t Find The Friend I Lost Along The Way One Day There As Dear As Ever Until The Call Took You Suddenly Quickly Spirited Away Put Your Beautiful Soul Into A Five-sided granite box With Windows Going Nowhere So Everyone Can Watch The Politics **** You Fast As **** Slow As Creeping Wood Rot I Mourn The Loss Of Another Good Friend

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC

Political Death

You Are My Phantom Pain My Missing Limb The Piece I Just Can’t Find The Friend I Lost Along The Way One Day There As Dear As Ever Until The Call Took You Suddenly Quickly Spirited Away Put Your Beautiful Soul Into A Five-sided granite box With Windows Going Nowhere So Everyone Can Watch The Politics **** You Fast As **** Slow As Creeping Wood Rot I Mourn The Loss Of Another Good Friend

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I Love The Colors And Smells Of Warm Cinnamon And Ground Beans Muffins And Green Tea The rustle Of A Newspaper The Quiet Clicking Of Keys Gives my Weary Heart A Break And A Safe Place To Be

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Feb 16, 2018

Feb 16, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC

About Coffee Shops

I Love The Colors And Smells Of Warm Cinnamon And Ground Beans Muffins And Green Tea The rustle Of A Newspaper The Quiet Clicking Of Keys Gives my Weary Heart A Break And A Safe Place To Be

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Don’t Is the worst Word It limits It binds It confines Chokes Off Life Don’t go too far Don’t run too fast Don’t work too hard Don’t fly too high Don’t love him or her Don’t cross that line Red warning lights ahead If you Don’t Fall in line But not me I want to build the biggest wings And Fly Until My Skin Is Ablaze I want to break All the boundaries I want to go where I shouldn’t I want to feel So alive That Every Second That passes Is A Glorious Eternity Fearless passion As I dive From On High And even If I go Down In Flames It will Be Such A Beautiful Demise Every Single Moment Of My Burning Will Be Worth It

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Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC

Icarus

Don’t Is the worst Word It limits It binds It confines Chokes Off Life Don’t go too far Don’t run too fast Don’t work too hard Don’t fly too high Don’t love him or her Don’t cross that line Red warning lights ahead If you Don’t Fall in line But not me I want to build the biggest wings And Fly Until My Skin Is Ablaze I want to break All the boundaries I want to go where I shouldn’t I want to feel So alive That Every Second That passes Is A Glorious Eternity Fearless passion As I dive From On High And even If I go Down In Flames It will Be Such A Beautiful Demise Every Single Moment Of My Burning Will Be Worth It

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You Have A Complicated Smile He Informed Me Why Is That ? How To Answer A Question So Simple While Truth Is So Complex How Do You Explain VerMeer’s Obsession Light And Dark Einstein’s Spooky Action At A Distance Is It All Intertwined Or Separately Defined Explain Pain Or Fear Anger Or Shame Does My Loneliness Look Like Yours Or is it Unique In All The Universe When I Think Feel Want See Love What Does It Mean Seem Is Be To you Is It Like Mine Or Will My Dark Conflict With Your Light Will My Truth Scare You Off Or did my Smile Already Tell You All You Need To Know

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC

Complicated Smile

You Have A Complicated Smile He Informed Me Why Is That ? How To Answer A Question So Simple While Truth Is So Complex How Do You Explain VerMeer’s Obsession Light And Dark Einstein’s Spooky Action At A Distance Is It All Intertwined Or Separately Defined Explain Pain Or Fear Anger Or Shame Does My Loneliness Look Like Yours Or is it Unique In All The Universe When I Think Feel Want See Love What Does It Mean Seem Is Be To you Is It Like Mine Or Will My Dark Conflict With Your Light Will My Truth Scare You Off Or did my Smile Already Tell You All You Need To Know

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People tell me I should be sad Because Life is hard How Can I Be sad When Watching a Pug Carrying a stuffed Hedgehog half Her Size Up two flights of Stairs On her way to bed Or being greeted by furry smiles And optimistic tails Every morning Regardless of wind or rain Heat or cold Aching joints or creaking Bones I hope if I’m deserving I come back with doggy optimism The whimsy of a Pug The strength of a Mastiff The endurance of a Husky The smarts of a Border Collie Because then I will be Truly Fortunate

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC

The Optimism of Dogs

People tell me I should be sad Because Life is hard How Can I Be sad When Watching a Pug Carrying a stuffed Hedgehog half Her Size Up two flights of Stairs On her way to bed Or being greeted by furry smiles And optimistic tails Every morning Regardless of wind or rain Heat or cold Aching joints or creaking Bones I hope if I’m deserving I come back with doggy optimism The whimsy of a Pug The strength of a Mastiff The endurance of a Husky The smarts of a Border Collie Because then I will be Truly Fortunate

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My friend reminds me of summer He smells of fresh cut grass And clean air A mosaic Blue sky and clouds Wildflower meadows Cold running streams He is warm and musical Kind and funny But his eyes are sometimes sad He has the biggest heart And tries and strives to be and do So much for so many He often forgets to account for himself I think there is a hole Deep inside His heart seeks to fill And somedays he is lonely Even when he is not alone He gives the best hugs and tells the best jokes He is patient when I am an idiot Which sometimes is a lot He is kind when I am afraid Which happens more Than I like to admit He is just as mortal and vulnerable As anyone else He doesn’t hide from it It becomes his strength He stands boldly In the face of harsh challenges alone Like a superhero or maybe a myth Few men have the will to try It’s funny to watch The people scurry by him As if He is untouchable and unknowable Titles can be a cruel endowment For people with good hearts All I see When I look at him Creative passionate soul Big hearted Knucklehead Little boy Emperor king A man of complex nature A man of contrasts Light and dark and rainbow prisms Soul and funk and jazz A perfectly unique recipe For a man My friend

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Feb 10, 2018

Feb 10, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC

My Friend

My friend reminds me of summer He smells of fresh cut grass And clean air A mosaic Blue sky and clouds Wildflower meadows Cold running streams He is warm and musical Kind and funny But his eyes are sometimes sad He has the biggest heart And tries and strives to be and do So much for so many He often forgets to account for himself I think there is a hole Deep inside His heart seeks to fill And somedays he is lonely Even when he is not alone He gives the best hugs and tells the best jokes He is patient when I am an idiot Which sometimes is a lot He is kind when I am afraid Which happens more Than I like to admit He is just as mortal and vulnerable As anyone else He doesn’t hide from it It becomes his strength He stands boldly In the face of harsh challenges alone Like a superhero or maybe a myth Few men have the will to try It’s funny to watch The people scurry by him As if He is untouchable and unknowable Titles can be a cruel endowment For people with good hearts All I see When I look at him Creative passionate soul Big hearted Knucklehead Little boy Emperor king A man of complex nature A man of contrasts Light and dark and rainbow prisms Soul and funk and jazz A perfectly unique recipe For a man My friend

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