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You can't catch me sleeping,
I keep myself awake.
I balance myself
in this unstable world
with every breath I take.

With every evil deception
of the powers that seem to be,
I won't stop shining on
from sea to distant sea.
I won't stop loving my fellow beings
nor deny the Divine in everything I'm seeing.
Oh no..
You won't catch me sleeping!
Traveler Tim
Remember that moment
we were supposed to be in?
no?
me neither.
I forgot
but it happened
as sure as the South Sea Bubble
and see what that trouble caused.

I've already sent my letter to Santa Claus
because I know how slow the post can be
actually
I sent two
one to the North Pole and one to Lapland
not quite certain where he lives, but I do
hear tell that it's one or the other.

Be prepared or
be prepackaged
as if anyone cared
everyone's damaged
and we still get on with it.
Life is mostly sad
People don't understand
So much solitude
1. The loneliest number.

Black smoke
Green lights
Lightning strikes
Rolling thunder
I keep writing because I ...
Time surely flies
Grateful for my dad
I'm in trouble when he dies

Lightning over the Atlantic
Seattle softly snow
Drifting toward the end
On and on I go

                     Lo!
I should be out panning for gold
but
She looked at me and said,
I think that you're getting a little bit old
for gallivanting
so
I'm staying in
and reading a book.
Lots
that's what's on my mind,

thanks for asking Facebook
but why are you being so kind?
anyway
I think I'm being abused
by the algorithms that
Facebook has used
but
what can I do?

percentage wise pound foolish
and that's what Joseph Addison
should have said
but he's dead
life is tough.
Spare ribs are not really spare
when the animals they come from
wear them
or am I missing something?

wear them?
where did that come from?

but don't we all wear our bones well,
well,
don't we?
I felt the pull,
a memory force
of gravity
upon the young
mind

a remembrance of
something simple,
kryptonite
to the stoic

delicate entrancements,
of wicked origin
a seed, a plague
a revitalizing
light
flannel shirt and torn blue jeans
she always held her cards close
to her fragile heart
her wild heart

(a heart not for me)

and she fades into a cold wind
whitens into snowflakes
and wild infatuation

i'm faded

the torn page
from a list of lovers
broken and sad

my love is moonlight and mare's tails

the night's stars
shot full of lost tomorrows
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