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  • Fighting Demons

    We all know them, some a first name salutation, waiting under our bed, hiding in closets, appearing as a shadow in the middle of the night. Ever see a moment when the flash of an eye we wonder, did that or is it what is my imagination if not a real experience I can tell…

  • I want to cry sometimes when I can’t find my rhythm a towering inferno either this or that. Which one really holds a pulse versus I will choose some easier road, or gravel or yes. I watched the weather one childhood afternoon in disbelief it cannot possibly be that strong with it purples and reds…

  • Writing Peace

    Suddenly taken by the normalcy of error, would wonder speculation that part of fear. An indecision of the mind We are tortured within a wonder when the brain might matter negotiating my state of mind. Found in the moment am I this facade this fraud this foul this ill-wrought creature of habit some disregard There…

  • Solace Undefined

    One of my favorite words might be overused, less important to you even if spoken in the nature of you. Could we ever really give final definition to the thoughts we realize are sometimes a notion in our mind. I would sit here all day long only to offer her a moment of quiet peace…

  • When I Cannot Breathe

    There becomes a slight pang, grows with each sense of desire perhaps some might call it pain, yet this speaker would suggest a small fire. There becomes that need to understand, yet the clock ticks its metered reality, and the notion, the ideal, some aspect of hope, is filtered down again, to a one-time solution…

  • If, When Again

    if when while we shop our ploys need as we want suggest we have find a further definition if you ask me I will suggest glance across a simple blanket a nature a product of our lacking involvement. ~ we might include a moment, some call it a needed epiphany long after we could want…

  • Rhythm and Rhyme

    Much like my own twelve string, I play the words in such a manner makes me believe I might need a keyboard to tell my story, give me the rhythm to generate a mood, the rhyme to suggest a setting sublime, we all have our own worlds we like to dream, looked outside tonight into a…

  • Nightly Reverence – A Sonnet

    When while a day goes quietly the nigh soft hearts may ponder a delicate noon- time pleasure. That is the moment inside a dream slow to respond, yet urgency calls upon a name to satisfy sweet melody, a caress, play, we digress. For when might anyone ask forgiveness upon simple words, golden, a sparkle of…

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