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 Mar 2016 the dead bird
Graff1980
It is a bloated beast
That slurps the sick
Slick stew of stupidity
In the form of certainty
Admittedly being me
Shortly
But recently
Certainty
Was abandoned
The vines
And times
That tied me to
The things
All fools do
Has snapped
Mostly
And I am free
Sort of
Of my certainty
 Mar 2016 the dead bird
Ree Bunch
As children we planted seeds,
Scattering them willingly.
Watering them everyday,
They bloomed effervescently.

We watched the wild flowers grow.
The flowers grew, as did we.
Thorny weeds killed our flowers,
And ignored our soil’s plea.

As years passed we grew apart,
The flowers left to wither.
We both planted timid seeds;
New soil in different weather.

We both found our way back home,
Back to our lifeless flowers.
We nurtured and watered them,
Watching them bloom with power.
 Mar 2016 the dead bird
mikecccc
You touched
my soul and
truth be told
i'm not sure
which of us
was more disturbed.
 Mar 2016 the dead bird
mikecccc
I'm not exact
so rather
than go under
i'll go over
it might
be a touch
dramatic
but
the viewing audience
loves drama
so that's okay.
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