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Tag Archives: poetry

March 4, 2013 all the right

in truth

it has been nice

to have some time

to clear my head

to organize my thoughts

come back to this view

on this plane

right here

where everyone else is

to just slow down

finally let my thoughts to

stop racing at such a

frantic pace that my

hands can not keep up

the pace of writing

down all the words

with all the right letters

in all the right spaces

in all the right order

in any intelligible way

today…

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March 3, 2013 a couple simple words

with a couple simple words

everything gets shut down

and all our dreams

seem to be out of hand

I know that the harshness

is not intentional

that its really

just a matter of timing

not more

so I put down my phone

with the screen turned

away from me

so that with each bright flash

I am no tempted

to monitor and live through

these crazy expectations

expectations of love

live and joy

expectations of my love

nothing more

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March 1, 2013 hidden garden

backwards I walk

into the gray fog

the smog from the hills

up there over yond

the land of the spirits

the woods and the faires

the place I come from

the place I call home

you can’t follow

unless you belong here

the trees will shroud

the young ones from harm

hidden in a garden

a real secret garden

the lost ones

they dance

to the music

of pain

 

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February 28, 2013 my next move

the weekend today

you’re a world away

and I’m stuck

trying to figure out

my next move

to which city I go

which school to go learn

when really

it is just a matter

of who will have me

who will let me

join their happy family

join the ensemble

be a part

of a company

of like minded freaks

wanting to make

some thing greater

than the mediocre

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February 28, 2013 there’s a fiddle playing

there’s a fiddle

playing

in my left ear

the girls are singing

loud and clear

singing of their futures

their possible weddings

possible men

possible babies

and careers of work

to fill it all in

there’s a fiddle

playing

and now the chorus

breaks down

to the end

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February 27, 2013 a new day

a new day

a new year

the sun is shining

I seem to have

no more fears

I can cry no more tears

I have nothing else

to fight

so I sit

and bask

in the glory of the sun

and wonder if this

is to be one

with god

such a small measure of peace

has found me this morning

while I sit

and think of you

the object of my yearnings

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February 27, 2013 addicted to your love

I am

sitting here

alone

feeling like a fool

for being

so in love

with you

should I set you free

so we can both be

that much more at ease

in life

if not

with each other?

I think not

I would nor will

ever give you up

addicted to your love

I have

become

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February 26, 2013 no pressure

alone

and with no form

of communication

I am left to this pen

and my journals

old school as it were

for their was once

in my life

where everything I do

was hand written

no computers

no PDFs

no internet

no screens

just me

my pen

and a blank page

it is from that

that it always may seem

I have an idea

at hand

no pressure

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February 26, 2013 laundromat

the nice thing

about Laundromat

in the winter

is that inside

they are nice

toasty warm zone

of moist air

that smells like

clean laundry

and fresh linens

which would be

great if the old

ladies that tend

to inhabit these

places would

actually smile

and be nice

about it

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February 18, 2013 all the stuff

I have been thinking

of all the stuff

I have to do

but I am not

doing any of it

instead I sit glued to my computer

on the kitchen table

frantically trying to sort

all the compartments

of my life

so that some how

I can make sense

of all the contradictory

elements

or I’ll just sit here

petrified of what

I might find

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