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  • Captured

    It’s when thought becomes trapped. Lives are cycles rotating around one another. If to stop means to breathe, what’s left except to fade away unappreciated. Seems thought will merit indecision until later on when all else fails suddenly the notion of giving space so ideal yet too late. If we can capture what it means…

  • If, When

    Oh the thoughtful nature of beauty, the cascading tides of understanding, if, when we might no longer strive do we shrivel slowly without a drive. When first the bottom fell seemed appropriate to tell the world of such a disaster always wishing, always after. The knowledge of our own fears suddenly trampling the many years…

  • Walking Alone

    I knew what my life was the whole time every street I took every lamp post I waited for some sign every night. I walked home alone, and wondered how long this journey would ever take me. I kept walking and wandered free. I tried to ignore a judgment, stronger than my own, I tried…

  • Heavy

    I don’t know really If I’ll ever be ready This life so heavy

  • Finding Self

    I read a book the other day, pointed in a direction seemed attainable if. We all have those wonders carry us through the day, a decision in an hour affects the rest of our lives, well maybe it does, at least in that moment. What about another way, a journey toward a risk, what about…

  • A Private Life

    If I tell you what I feel, it’s a normal reveal. If I want to be exposed I’ll tell you all my throes. Seems simple on my mind, memory, rather not rewind Miles of the long journey, hours of lost scrutiny. Seems I’d rather stay alone then live inside my own. This pain I feel…

  • Silent Sky In Moonlight

    Watch silent the sky in the midnight glow. Walk alone in the night, we seem to know. When the stars align would we wish to go. Another place other than here we know. Sixty four years later, now does it show. One time ago, I wouldn’t care to know. A thought keeps unfolding that I…

  • This Silence

    Feel the wind against the pane a song, a following a giving greeting in a storm. Then gone, it disappears, left in quiet taking in a gray day outside. A time to reflect let memory share a moment when all that matters lay before me, such is beauty when to breathe is another utterance of…

  • In A Word

    This could just happen if in one word if we look each other in the eye, if for the sake of another day, if when we feel … no answer. ~ In this word we seem bound by the moment isolate in its own montage of distraction. ~ We are seeking that word fulfills our…

  • A Sunny Day

    Rays of light peek through shuttered windows shall the slats be opened or assure privacy, a morning of which one surely glows the energy blocked would be a travesty. ~ At my desk I look for inspiration seems the night put aside for the moment is more solution to dredging horrors inside. ~ If present…

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