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Goodbye George
Dreaming of him I saw his face As I cried out of my sleep Into a morning storm And I texted my sister And asked what was happening And she confirmed what I felt to be true His passing passed over me like a ghost As I had prayed to god and the universe to…
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Second Coming
Writing is like Unwrapping the cord from an earbud Detangling strings of yarn And tracing a footprint in time. And then I lost it. Track of thought and rhyme. I had the thoughts running clear earlier today, but the running theme of impending loss surrounds me And I know I am not alone.…
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Run Free
I ran until the road split and my heart sank Into my feet But i could not be left Defeated No time to stop. Stuck with the squadron In the front of the line Where they stick all the slow runners. No time for slow Or watching paint dry Or waiting for the…
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Troubleshooting
It is always a strange and troubling feeling when the world fixates it’s eye on you, beckoning some currently unknown answer and expecting you to hold the key like an audience waiting in the dark for you to turn on the lights, but they don’t know who you are. Perplexing how that happens often, and…
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A Bowl of Rice
I woke up today with fragments of childhood pain and suffering lingering in my head, and then all of a sudden Jesus popped in there too. Whether he was a metaphor, or a man, or just one of the greatest stories ever told, I had him with me and my mind ran back into the…
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Manic Sunday
Just a little manic Sunday I know it’s not a Monday Not every day is Funday Don’t ever want to Runday Just a little manic Sunday Let’s make every day a Funday Just a little manic Sunday
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Ode to Joyce
I cannot think of words To send off on this heavy day For sadness is a thief There are no words To soften the blow of sorrow When all that’s felt is grief But let’s not end this in darkness For she lived in the light She graced us with her smile And even shared…
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Lessons from the Plague
We have treated each other so unkindly for so long. Racism, discrimination, greed, pollution, and whatever else lies in the dark side of human nature, have stirred a nasty broth of toil and trouble, And the vultures in Wall Street gather swarming a corpse bleeding out money So fast they can’t print enough. They say…
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DeGeneration
We are down deep In the depths of a grave stuck in dirt With a pop desensitized culture Of declining mom & pop shops Angel dusted with the glory of gentrification. This is the generation where we degenerate Into that collective apocalyptic dream Broadcasting vampires, zombies, and TrumpTV And episodes of the CoronaVirus Leaving behind…
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The Point
Yes, there is a point There is a point to everything Like the tip of a pencil or pen Sharpened But the point is gone and only a period remains.