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Vestige

The path is straighter than before. I can predict how my footsteps will fall with accuracy, but I must shield my eyes from the light for it is too bright to see what is ahead. I can look back and … Continue reading

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cardboard

                Today I am cardboard i’d rather be chocolate or raisin or orange just not cardboard. Today I am nails i’d rather be hammer (excuse my grammar) but I ain’t much if I’m … Continue reading

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If We Only Had a King

If we only had a King We could have a Queen We could have Princes and Princesses and Knights and a round table and Knaves and Pages and Jesters and Fools (God forbid we have enough of those now!), a … Continue reading

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Hardhat

  I think I need a hardhat One that keeps my brain, From the nagging pain Of inconsistent thoughts; from contrary plots that endlessly plunders life from my days. I know I need a hardhat To protect my head From … Continue reading

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In Paddocks Corners

There stands an old petrol pump dulled red in the sun rust spreading grass growing long days growing short, it stands like a expired sentinel outside the old clapboard house with the white picket fence at the crossroads, in Paddock … Continue reading

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Fine Line

there is a fine line drawn across the foundation of life. it places no limit on the pieces of your life that hang out for all to see; exposed, transposed by the air and the collective thoughts we share; but … Continue reading

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Particles

When I am asleep particles that are me escape and float aimlessly among the evening night air to mingle with the elements some fall and embrace the very earth absorbing the power of growth and renewal that the mantle consists … Continue reading

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Too Many Tears

There’s been Too many years And Many tears Between what is right and what is wrong. There’s been Too much cryin’ Too much lyin’ Between what’s suppose to be right The time for mending all things that are gone (…that … Continue reading

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Walk Away

I see you walk away You hold your head in the air I’m never gonna see your face anymore… Was it somethin’ I said Was it somethin’ I did Can you let me hold On a little more… Don’t know … Continue reading

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Cumulus

How would one float, remote? How would one drift, or shift? Would we just laze along Would our essence be strong Would we need to endure or belong? Or would we just be Cumulus…

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