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 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Monopoly
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Money gone
House gone
Race car lost
Dog’s run away
Only one railway ‘n one hotel left
No electricity
No lights
No instructions
Not enough time
Depressed
Bored
No connection
Middle America
Lost on vacation
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
I’ll meet you in the place where pink and purple meet
Where the glow from life’s fire touches the cold
Where the wind pauses to share a moment with still
In between a heart and nothing else that matters
And all that is holding you
In between is everything
I’ll meet you in the place where pink and purple meet
Where our skin blushes to become one
Where words have just been spoken and meaning lingers
Where strange becomes special and all is unwritten
Where life transcends and “away” and “to” find a home
And all that matters is holding you
In between everything
I’ll meet you in the place where pink and purple meet
Where tears run dry and silence opens
Violet


© 2019 MJL
For Dreamgirl.
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
We Are Clay
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
I’m a nobody, just like you
Spending time on this earth for a while
It’s a lonely affair, one to share, I think
There’s always something better, they say, but that’s never now
Now is the best we are
Now is the clay in our hands as it’s bent and twisted
Sharing time at the wheel, shaping it in our hands, together, we make now
More
We make time for a while, more
Minutes become our life
Together
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Martyr
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Fist in pocket
Rot from within
Rage immortal
Unknown for a cause
Alone in fear
Alone in satisfaction
Perish for peace
Sacrifice


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 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Museum of Waste
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Obsessed
You build again
Another shrine
Consuming thoughts now
They exist because you will them
You create importance
You inspect daily
You dream
Alone
You stress
Manic moments hanging in frames you create
Your time lives on nobody’s walls
Taking the place of everything
Your life will be gone
Your minutes
Your museum
Walking temple steps to nothing
There will never be a sign that reads,
“Please donate to maintain this shrine when I am gone.”
You will be forgotten
Live


© 2019 MJL
Your stress belongs to you and takes hours from the glass.
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Horrible words
Just one more lap
Just one more dive
Just one more minute
Just watch this cannonball
Please
Pretty please
Just a little while longer
I’m not hungry
My lips are NOT blue
Just one more second
Please
Can we come back later
... Move very slowly
Being young and both happy and sad at the simple things common to all. Wonderful.

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