I think
I fall for
falling
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clever Jun 9
we can’t play tag with time forever.
it’ll catch us soon.
There was a girl
With a plaid skirt,
A red bow,
And lovely pink cheekbones.
She carried a smile,
Sometimes a laugh,
When we ran through
The church parking lot.
She was so fast
In her white stockings
And little black shoes
That it became hard
To keep up with her.

I wonder when,
I wonder why,
She stopped playing tag,
I wonder how it was
That she forgot
How to run.

I miss you, my friend,
You were the best there ever was.
a cumulus
feather round
my heart
made a
start newly  
found as
dawn rose
over this
realm like
yarn this
homespun from
dross but
mattered in
thin ice
and without
any artificial  
drought superimposed
a seance of words
clara May 22
envision the hottest summer
a dry heat like forest fire
burns slow but grows too quickly
what if you mistook the flames
for sweet embrace
what if it was too hot not to touch
and you tripped and turned to soot
what if you didn't deserve the mercy of rainfall
or the peace that comes with fizzling out
you reach for hands that aren't there
and never learn your lesson
you stomp your foot but you leave
no impression
ummm
I didn't read the news today
I just didn't care what it had to say
I rolled it up and put it away
I'm gonna keep the peace
I've got no reason to cry
I'm not gonna look for a reason why
Let the whole world pass me by
Cause I'm gonna keep the peace

There's enough to fear and dread
Without shoving more shit in your head
So, write it off and go back to bed
There'll be enough time to stress when we're dead.

The days are long and life is short
Facts are things that they all distort
Just gimme sports and the weather report
And I'm gonna keep the peace.
I hope you'll pardon my dismissive tone
As I turn off the TV and silence my phone
But all the bullshit can leave me alone
Cause I'm gonna keep the peace
No news is good news.
Tag
Can't get past counting to three
Until it dawns on me
There's no-one chasing
To tag you see!
A short piece found in the archives, about going round in circles in the mind.
karma is a thing of irony
its wheel can
turn
in the other directions
hour of
burn

be
not
a
fool
be
aware
of
the
change
shown
by
the
spool

the run of the mill team
sought a popularity
tag
and on gaining it were
able to cockily
brag

they'd disposed of
the crowd pleasing
Wolf and Rabbi
this did bring them
a greater share
of the pie

karma will
alter its lot
in the due passage of time
tick tock
              tick tock
                            tick tock
a date marked
with its
paradoxical chime
BMI
Shadow has put some weight on me
BMI>30

#Tag, if you're also in it.
Genre: Clinical
Note: BMI= Body Mass Index
Shadows are the attachment which  make us heavier than we actually are.
meadows
clouds lined
with
scented candles
what creases
un-folded
lace
me
in
dreams

weave me through you
once again weave me
use me as yarn
colour me
beautiful
dance
with
me
again

under moonlight
our lips will connect
she pushed me
again
she
pulls me back to her


our lips crash
love
is
not
abrupt

of
all
the
whispers
why these
silent
?

















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