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  Jan 2019 Boi
Sarah
if you haven’t already.
Boi Dec 2018
12
Wheel chair spins
The high and ecstasy of a kid

Tap after tap

And we didn’t have to
We wanted to
And we could
So we’d spin

Tap after tap


Just one more round, I promise.
Still just as satisfying
Boi Dec 2018
Hello there, those I know and those I don't.

Newborns can't walk because they never fell.
They end up growing up, sooner or later, and walking, running, sprinting towards or away from whatever. Falling in the process, of course. In many ways, that is.

When we trip and fall we know it's gravity we're supposed to resist. Other falls in life, however, aren't as clear. And we simply don't know.

Like a baby who doesn't know their feet are meant for walking; only knowing they must move from point A to B, and finding a way.

I see you my friends; I see you falling and puzzled. Afraid sometimes.
I feel your pain, the echoes of your falls too familiar. Same as you, I also don't know.

But it's okay to fall. More, it's okay to fall apart. I've had to a couple times. I like to believe it made me better and better each time I recollected myself.

I am fine. You'll be too. I believe in you.

With Sincerity.
A little something for everyone, and I hope it reaches out.
Fall apart, that's okay.
Boi Dec 2018
The fields flourish by a cold droplet's grace,
yet fall to ruins of a few fallen the more.
And nothing can be done against determined winds.

As she was the beginning of everything he was
an end to it all. An iron fist of will he doesn't comprehend nor controls.
Dons the Cloak of Despair; wishing himself away:

His holy trinity consisted of heaven, hell and purgatory.
The inevitable battle he knew he would face in the eye of his beholder -
for he could not fathom the weight of responsibility he had upon her soul.

As nothing can be done against determined winds,
but to hide. And

Accept.
Built on wonderful words by a wonderful lady.
Took a while but we got there.

I wrote a poem with someone called Fayre, guys. How ******* cool is that?

Check this Alice out Wonderland @
https://hellopoetry.com/pales/

She's really talented and deserves more recognition.

A Thank you from us both for your reading, and don't forget to reach out.
Boi Dec 2018
My jumping from the Gmajor 9 on Fsharp of an alternate
but a similar
baseline and notes
My Master & a Hound

My hammers on fifth to eighth to fifth to third
sliding across a string at C
later a string of G
My Shrike

My narrow slide on D and B and back a middle 8
maybe a strum on an A
flowing a Bminor
My Cherry Wine, My Tennessee Whiskey

My Cadd9 alternate of C. Two steps down
one Up
Em, D-reamy
My Walk on Water

My attempts to shine you bright by a thumb
on an E
for a Csus2 to an Aflat
My Neon

But

Were I to play you something,
Something like
Something like Olivia,
It would be about like so.

Wouldn't it, now?
That was for you


Also, special thanks to Fayre for giving me the first song.
Boi Dec 2018
Intimidating and bright
with sick humor
All about Parmesans and Mozzarella
A Pepperoni amidst meatballs
Hoping someday he'd rule a world
free of ducks
Mark C. Spicer was my colleague. A clever man who had his fun
once his work was done. Now he's off on a new journey, one where he favors his family above all else.

I will miss him. Psych, No I won't.

He's a good man. He's lit. Be like Mark.

Here's to Marky Boi.
Addio, filgio di puttana.
  Nov 2018 Boi
alexa
and then he looked at me
and said,
“you make me feel like i could win the lottery
with a parking ticket.”
-a.c.b
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