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  Feb 2017 Micahel De Tomasso
Traveler
Have you considered the way Jill felt for Jack
Every time Jack fell down; Jill took up the slack
Her tumble was actually caused by fears of being abandoned
Jack hit rock bottom long ago, Jill still hasn't landed
...
Illuminating these words of the wise
That expose such issues that we'd rather hide
Words like enabler, codependency, resentments and denial
All of which place our addictive tendencies on trial

The addict strives to fill the void of a disease ever pending
The therapist with all their degrees are far from comprehending
Powerlessness, a self-prophecy of what you can't control
Higher Power, an interpretation of the superstitions we hold

The religious may disagree but the only power is in our mind
Believing in something strong enough work on these same lines
If a higher power fails you, you only have yourself to blame
We feed these demons inside of us or we keep them on a chain
It's simple!
Traveler Tim
True story
My name was changed
To protect my ex- wife's identity
(Ya I'm joking!)
Growing up with you, it started in our
schools sand box.
I only remember the stare i had for you
while i filled up a bucket with my tiny
shovel.
Later you grew into the piece that was
missing from my puzzle.
Always referred to as childhood sweethearts.
Years branding us with crows feet, and
still listening to Mozart's.
How we love the classics, sunny days
feeding the pigeons on the park bench.
Looking at the children in the sand boxes.
Catching the little boy with his first stare."
  Feb 2017 Micahel De Tomasso
Gidgette
I was never a rose,
But green
Not a chrysanthemum,
Nor an orchid
Something cut,
Walked upon
And yet,
You were the dew
And kissed me,
With a thousand moist kisses
Everynight,
Making me sparkle
In the sunrise
Well, I didnt even know this was chosen as the daily till just a second ago. Thank you all so very much!
  Feb 2017 Micahel De Tomasso
Gidgette
We're we ever,
But grains
Of sand,
Salt
More,
Less, us
We? But ideas
Of tomorrow's
Simple,
MAYBE?
small hands
like small minds
can never grasp great things
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