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  • Post Patrick!

    Growing up is searchingfor that pot of gold.!The rainbow comesAnd the search begins…Innocence explores every hill- climbs every tree!Just to chase a butterfly-And see the bees…Then in the flowersYou find life and you find honesty…You grow and…Up like the flowers…To realize scientific truth!Growling up is learning that rainbowsCome from water and not gold!But happy hunting…

  • Always Poor

    Thank you!We finally broke!!Half serious…Almost a joke?But it happened –To stop it all…It was needed!While ignoring this crawl!Because as longThere was a dollar or cent…There was no way to stopThe nickels spent.So at last . . .Closing the cracked door-Because nothing changed …We were always poor!

  • Wasted

    I was once less goodWhen my vision was clearI did less listeningWhen I could perfectly hear…Selfishness was abundantLike years when you are five-But it’s when I changed,Emptiness would thrive…I keep taking stepsOn this wiser road-And while I’ve learned muchThe heavier is the load.I can’t help but wonderWhy I continue to stay,When the path is so…

  • In The Middle

    I don’t pretend to know everythingOr anything,,,,But l am definitely in the middle ofOf nothing…And something!

  • Ignorance or Innocence?

    Innocence is so evolvingIn everythingWhile disappearingInto something …Evil maybeOr pureIn the diseaseOr a cure….Of knowledgeOr ignoranceIt’s the pastAnd present tense….But not the futureGenerations bury deepIt’s just what isNo matter what we seek.

  • Circumstance

    I am notAnythingBut the thingIn which toPrevent! YesI amJustSimplyThe circumstance.

  • Lost in the Game

    The vessels are smallerBut destination the sameUnless you are the playerLost in the game…

  • Hourglass

    Am I angry?Sure!Every thankless roadNo matter the fork-Or knife! Still the houseWithout a lakeA bountyOf giveAnd take… And lifeContinues no matterWhat miseryOr happinessThe loss! The picture…It’s bigger!Then rulers and dollars…Or boxes-Of course. So I bendWe passTo a timeAnd directionIn a glass.

  • Spirit Halloween

    One by oneSmall and large-Dressed and different,And almost in charge… Doorbells will ring!And lights will be on!Until the sugar is out. . .And again they’ll be gone… Completely blindTo us out here…Hiding in the décorThat fantasies our fears. . . Until the dayThere is nothing to fear-Because they’ll be the onesHiding right here… So, we…

  • Mortal Life

    Mortal lifeSo basicRoboticAnd complacent We passLife goesSo fastWe barely know… The meaningOr benefit;Just the lossTrivial regrets. But the momentIs as it wasNot logicallyBut just because.

  • Wasted

    Sometimes it’s a wasted lifeNot because you were so greatBut because othersLeft you wasted

  • The Matter

    I woke upTo A purpose missingNo sign availableOr even whistling And when askedWhat it would takeIt was an answerI couldn’t make For misery is companyAnd therefore I keepIt’s only the matterThat makes me weep.

  • Unworthy

    Unworthy

    LifeBecomes lifelessNot because of a fallOr autumnBut becauseHistoryPurges the outcome… Of youUs and we-PossibilitiesOne could be- Because it was oneJust like beforeHistoryWas just to ignore… And when you cryFor mercyJust knowIgnoranceMakes us unworthy.

  • One More Day

    I don’t know the meaningOr what it sawThe start of the problem?I don’t recall??? Just like we neededThe missing middleWhile each new challengePlays the fiddle. And so we danceThe night awayAnd just a beforeOne more Day.

  • Repeat

    She you’re a puppetIn a showBut the oneWho doesn’t know So you playWithout beginning or endUntil the momentWe begin again.

  • Cycle

    Trapped in circlesBees to a flowerBuild to the endWithout a cower…Yet lifeAlways winsNot without deathBut with Again…No cycleCan be stalled by a lifeBut growsDespite the strife.

  • Friday

    You are the thingEverything?No!An accomplishment!!So fast-Fleeting –But loved !!And I’m grateful…Thank you!

  • Anxiety

    Look – I’m notYou’re notIt’s notRightOr flight BecauseIt isI amLike youFight!

  • The Giver

    Painfully awareEvery nipAll the bitesThe goodAnd the wakes at night. And stillNature’s windsBecause it isAnd wasThe thing that gives.

  • The Hunt

    Lost wordsLost thoughtsLosing timeIs what I’ve got. Aimless wonderingFoolish speakCosting us allMaking you weak.

  • The Story

    To be born of the devilOnly to be born of yourself…Hurts the storyDoesn’t it?

  • To Life!

    For all the darkness,There is light!And so I turn…Away from the darkness-That serves no purposeThen to steal my life.

  • Exist

    Seconds and minutesAre never missedIt’s the hoursThat make the list… And sure there are daysAnd months tooThe longer the lengthThey matter to you… But when it’s overThe minutes are missedAnd then the secondsWhen we cease to exist.

  • Why Me?

    So many timesWhy not?Why not me?Now me?Now me!Why me?Why now?Punishment.In wanting-Not knowing.Then getting-No longer. . .Wanting.

  • Imagination

    Just imagineBefore todayKnowing moreThan yesterday. . .Now pretendIt’s the day beforeNow you knowSo much more!

  • Chaos

    Always in the face of madnessThe insurrectionOf the mindsOnly I’m different. . .Than the other kind.Bow to it now!Or submit!Just know-What you see-Is what you get!

  • Change

    I think change is scary …So terrifying …We push-Until everything is gone!Even if meant to be …So much faster. . . Suddenly only one thing is left. Why?

  • Dear Sam. . .

    Dear Samantha, I love youYou are amazingAnd I’m sorryYou felt crazy, andI was blindAnd now you are so farAgainst this or who you are… Dear Sam,This does not erase the truthWho we areOr being there for you…But stillYou are better than thisAll these liesAnd drug’s abyss. . . Dear SamanthaI pray for your healthClear eyesBeyond…

  • Living

    I live a longer lifeStumbling and living,To see you moreWith wrongs so giving… But less has the consequenceOf less days to live. . .So, fill my heartTo find a will to give… Through more goodbyesAnd changes too,If only I could share. . .But goodbye was so soon. I must honor your lifeAnd my gift of…

  • Manipulation

    I think I knew who you were. .Before you did,And that’s hardBecause I loved you anyway…And now “The Empty”-Though predictable-Is sad nonetheless.