Tag Archives: Verse

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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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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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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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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dear maggie

dear maggie paused interruptions, corresponding monotones; stare silently without reference to anything. Malignant feelings caliber knives of steel: love pains, love. Non-existent whispers bemoth the cataclysmic forces… benevolence of the wind…rhetoric’s of the rains…smiles from the sun…looking forward…life is to … Continue reading

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Baby’s been gone

Baby’s been gone Been gone so long I don’t know what to do Or what to get into Place out of time Words out of rhyme I really have nothing left To believe in Words without noise Games without toys … Continue reading

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the lasting pessimism

the lasting pessimism that prevails in the lattitude of every meaning that can possibly be drawn by the curtains that hang limp, evading the sun unclear speculation unattached meaning no pity release of soul expectations-icannot comprehend what infrences the people … Continue reading

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