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If I lost the ability to speak
Would you hear what I had to say?
No matter how I communicated-
Would conversation find a way?
Are you interest in the story-
My lips wish to tell?
Would you be a character-
Even if you are the one who fell?
Is there a darkness-
And sought is the light?
Or is there an agreement?
After a long fought fight.
I have half the story-
And no pieces to the game-
If I ever choose to speak….
Lives will never be the same.

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When I Die


I have thoughts about when I die…
There is something I want to see
You might be thinking Heaven-
But there is more curiosity inside of me.
Of course I want to go to Heaven!
When my time to leave earth comes…
But I also want to see the network-
That knows how to make life so much fun.
What am I talking about?
Surely you must know!!
There is no way it only happens to me
I can’t be the only puppet in this show.
I am talking about the network
That sends messages subliminally to our minds…
The ones that make us do things…
In just the nick of time.
You know when you sit bored for hours…
So you get up to do something new…
And the messages go out to people to change plans-
Frustrating the hell out of you!
Or when you were down two flights of stairs
Where you left your phone on the desk…
And just when you get upstairs…
It rings to give your running skills a check.
What about leaving work early?
Because all the work has been done….
But suddenly somebody needs something right now!
Stopping you from early fun.
I want to see the network!
It has to be run by a sarcastic group…
For they disturb you at just the right time…
Laughing while throwing your plans for a loop!

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Woman to Man

I cleared the paragraph  And shortened the lines

To encourage my writing read…

I attempted to explain

All that felt-

But your eyes looked dead.

I held my tongue
And pierced  my lips

To clear this up for you…

But you waved your hand

To excuse my presence 

As the message you thought you knew.

If you loved me all
You would take the time

To know the place I stand.

To simply dismiss the chance
To know me now

Is a cruel way to play your hand.

The seconds were allowed to stop
As you narrowed your eyes

To read my message to you.

And without hesitation 

You walked away

Because you were hurting too.