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Clinton Rothfuss Aug 2014
Not quite satisfied unless I wake up past noon
More than acquainted with all shapes of the moon
In fact we might be distant lovers
It's possible that we were brothers
In some forgotten past life
Illuminating pale light
While conquering the black night
Hovering above the sky
Representing malevolence
By leaving the alley ways dark
Clinton Rothfuss Aug 2014
What's going to happen next?
Friend, it's already happened.
Isn't time a
Curious thing?
Clinton Rothfuss Aug 2014
Biding time
  Making rhymes
                Till I find
                    Some purpose
Always I
     Fall behind
         Sleeping till
            Last minutes
Missing flights
       And free rides
                   All along
                       The Highway
Losing sight
    Fading mind
         Close my eyes
                    I'm distant
Clinton Rothfuss Aug 2014
What ails you?
Is it your body that fails you?
Or your brain?
Or is it
your heart that
gives you pain?

Whatever it may be
There's a cure
Yes, I'm sure
Maybe medicine
Maybe words

Deep breaths
And one day,
even Death.
  Aug 2014 Clinton Rothfuss
Juneau
Of the stars in the sky,
some faded, others bright.
Briefly I join them,
bringing end to the night.

Of the Sun I'm prologue,
I come before the day.
I guide the mighty Sun,
and I show him the way.

Of the peoples of Earth,
for who I do labour.
The name they've given me,
is no longer favoured.

Of darkness they image,
when people hear my name.
Malevolence and fear,
It is me who they blame.

My name has been spoken,
from near here and a far.
Lucifer they call me,
I am the Morning Star.
April 21, 2012
Ninth
What makes it ?

brick concrete
paints tiles
happy faces
joyous smiles

sadness mirth
decor art
death and birth
broken heart

an off road nest
for flyer's rest
living hour
sweet and sour

a gifted cause
for lodging pause

what makes it ?**

a home ?
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