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You can't hold the short arm of the clock
and call it yesterday.
This is what I've learned this year. I think we've all grown up in ways we don't want to admit.

And in the end we're always more lost than ever found. But isn't that what life is all about? Finding your way back to yourself.

Happy new year everyone.
I hope joy gets your address right this time.
 Jan 2017 Ju Clear
Onoma
How cold become
feet at the preparedness
of ground.
No appeal eloquent
enough, for we
who fare the final.
We who wonder at
wondering, buckle at
truth made firm.
 Jan 2017 Ju Clear
The Dedpoet
Deep into consideration
I balance thought and option,
I wonder if the weight of the self
Crowned moment will get to me,
I rush, I sweat, I sit,
I wonder what Im gonna wipe with....
 Jan 2017 Ju Clear
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attire
 Jan 2017 Ju Clear
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my heart is a rebel to this world
like liquid overflowing
pouring over and clothing the exterior
my love leads the way
and this world follows.


- t.m
wrote this when planning "a weathered heart" with mcdonald tsiie
 Jan 2017 Ju Clear
Onoma
When the mind's
light smears everywhere...
colors swell to bursting--
right before the black out.
 Jan 2017 Ju Clear
Cynthia Jean
baggage, baggage, baggage
we all have
so much .........baggage

Cj 2017 0108
 Jan 2017 Ju Clear
Mysidian Bard
Time changes all things;
seashells of the past become
the sand of today.
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