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Two bald headed men fighting over a comb, why can’t we leave these war mongering narratives alone?
TT
I glimpse the past in pink sands
shells crushed by time
once shelters from the storm
now reduced to souvenirs
in man's blown glass bottles
I can find you in the dark
By touch
The blue eyes shine and glow
The music is soft rock
Cotton
Satin
Silk
With all the laughter
The Joy
The tears
Hoping for many more loving and lovely years
For your eyes only
waterfall bathing
concerted rhythm

body caressed
mindscape healing

water nymphs
otherworldly singing
I don't need you
to want me
I only care
when I'm lonely

I don't need you to be
nice
let me give you
some advice

I don't care
if you need me
I only want
what I can't take

lay your hands
freely on me
feel there's nothing
left to break

I don't care
if you take me
I have nothing
left to give

just don't dare
try and make me
admit
I made a mistake

I don't want you
to want me
I don't need you
to care

just as long
as we're on me
and I get
to feel you stare
best enjoyed in a MorrisSinatra voice
When sight of eyes is fading
and mind is ready leaving
all that goes with us
are our memories
and our conscience.
Live well.


Shell ✨🐚
We are a spirit living in a body.
Not a body living in a spirit.
Staring out from my porch
I can feel the breeze
From the fan touching my skin
I wish words that are spoken
Is done without hurting feelings
Breezy feeling chills come
Thinking about past event
Beneath this surface
I will rise above turmoil
Breezy feeling
Emotions rise
Silence in the air
Serenity is near
Voices sometimes
Are not clear
Raging waters
Tide goes in and out
Beneath this surface
I will rise
And be wise
Breezy feeling
Time is but a dance
Yet we sit in chairs all day
I sat this one out.

I hate to say.
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