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Casted asunder,
in the last blip of the day,
toned horizon, a range of blue and red and gray,
to my surprise,
effortlessly falling from a midnight sky,
flurries flirting with the gentle breeze,
through trees of fluorescent light,
a sight that will never fail to amaze me.
Check check check,

What’s next?
check check check.
don’t worry,
the list keeps coming,
check check check,
easy to do,
for fools do it too,
check check check.

Hang your head on,
that piece on the refrigerator,
before you head back,
check check check.

Don’t break your neck,
working on, lets check,
check check check.

No check?
check check check,
So easy to do,
that fools do it too,
check check check,
break the neck,
check check check,
Now, what comes next?
Chasing a dream, dancing on concrete, while wearing kinked khaki pants just for an attempt to eat. Word play on the various forms of check as well. Checking a box to meet requirements for jobs, checking to look, and a check to cash in (an American slang term for cheque.
The show was great!
The singing, the laughing.
the lights swooning me,
into feeling!

After such a night,
there I was,
wondering comes next,
figured it was time to sleep,
so I went home and did just that.

Until the next time the lights flickered,
songs sweep me on my feet,
and the good times dole directly to my soul.

And he did just that. Opportunities came and went, yet nothing ever matched the same groove. The world kept spinning as it always does, and there he remained sleeping. His dreams could replay that feeling again, no biggie. Why wake? When he could shake all he wanted in a dream.
What would I do,
Back then with you,
I wish I could undo.

Replaying in my mind what could have been,
your song,
your kiss,
and everything else that I missed,
what we have been through since.

I learned how to love myself,
and even though I miss you,
we both deserve to find that truth,
to have someone say I love you.
It has been seventy-three days,

since the Orange haze,

created such a craze.

and I watch from my safe view,

as everything went askew.


Those who get infected seem to be,

already plagued by insanity.


So alone I will sit,

watching the world get enveloped,

by the Orange mist,

creating even more lunatics,

bringing tears to my eyes,

watching idly by,

as everything goes awry.
Got the word quarantine for a competition and wrote this on our current climate of politics.
It is awake,

as so am I!


A chirpy chirp,

bravado to the world,

like a feather,

or leaves in the fall.


To be ceased,

at the wonder of it all,

and stare at the wall.
So easily found and lost, finding out who you are, and the cost of keeping it up.
Go watch the parrot sketch from Monty Python.
I miss you everyday,

wishing it didn’t end that way,

because since then, nothing has been the same.


I miss you everyday,

as you always put a smile on my face,

for a piece of my heart has been replaced,

with an ache, I cannot take.


I miss you everyday,

wishing there could been a way,

to see you on this very day,

because I wish to have that smile placed,

upon my face, to wash the sorrows away.
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