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War
Bagpipes wail in sorrow,
This man will not wake tomorrow.
Time,
Do you think me a fool?

You've healed me many times
But I see the knife you hide behind my back

When you teach me a lesson
You leave a scar

When you grant me hope
You set it on the edge of a downhill *****

Both womb and grave, who are you really?

Maybe,
You are the one-way corner that never ends

Maybe,
You are the bringer of both trust and despair

What I do know is this,
You unfold like an illusion
One I cannot see up ahead

I only glimpse you in my rear-view mirror
Sometimes as could-have-been's and regret

I paint myself onto your canvas
A story of victory and defeat

What choice do I have?

Even kings bow to your might
Only you can bring about
The tides, darkness, and the light

As you whisper softly in my ear
"Come see what happens..."
I wonder
Is it you, or my senses
That are playing tricks on me?

This I say to you,
Now that my blood debt has been paid in full:

Though I will always miss you
And want to keep you around
I will never again take you for granted

So go ahead,
I'm ready

I don't need your mercy

Come get me!
A monk and warrior
Such contradiction
He sat there
Quietly
Burning
With Such conviction
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Be brave,
My pale, skinny warrior
And I will give you
This tiny sticker
That says
"Knight"
On it
Schoolyard heroes.
You are by far
The finest trouble
I've ever known
And for that, I don't mind the scars.
A veil has been pulled from my eyes
This place is where rainbows die

Promised land
Beautiful from afar and above
Your song pulled me in
Shipwrecked me on perfectly chiseled rock

This is where rainbows die

I see now
This place is a 100-story Zoo
Filled with sharks

Afraid that if they stand still
Just for a second
And smell the roses
They will surely die

Their sadness
Caged by concrete
Fences, locks, and labels

This is where rainbows die

Herds of one, chasing pots of gold
In all the wrong places

Can we ever hope to break the mold
Routines and purpose

A million voices crying out for connection
And no one willing to listen

Every brightly lit window a stage
Every man, woman, and child
A far-removed audience

As if color costs money
Surrounded by shades of grey
Ashen, set in rigor mortis

This is where rainbows die

So I say
Let us turn to the children

Let them
Rule our expensive city for a day

Let them
Capture a rainbow in their tiny hands
And paint the city with it

Let them show us that
Puddles are for jumping
And rain is for joyous dancing

Rise up once again
My fellow grown ups

And touch
The magic of the rainbow
Slay the dragon,
Defend your honor.

Take down the mob,
Restore justice.

Win the fight,
Steal your heart.

Crack ninety minutes worth of jokes,
Break up.

Get back together,
Live happily ever after.

Solve the case,
Lock up ****** killer.

Diagnose patient,
Save your life.
Thank me later.

Jump through wormhole,
Save humanity.
You're welcome.

Phone rings,
Interrupts Epic Tuesday.

I smile,
Hearing your voice.

And just like that,
My life is no longer on pause.
Dedicated to the voices that bring us back to reality when we need it the most.
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