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July 30, 2020 at 3:27pm
July 30, 2020 at 3:27pm
#989529


Fridged rain trickles
inside in a broken window,
Mother's final breath.

The wail of traffic
traveling on wet pavement,
A lonely wife's cries.

A mockingbird calls
from the treetops to his mate,
A black hearse passes.

Cloudy blue-gray sky
masking the snow-capped mountains,
A lonesome poet.

A fallen oak tree
grows fungus and sphagnum moss,
Forgotten graveyard.
July 30, 2020 at 4:41am
July 30, 2020 at 4:41am
#989495


I don't know what her name is,
I don't know what her game is,
All I know is that she seems to be
The one who brings me joy.
I'll trust in my heartbeat,
As I'm sitting in the hot seat,
And if she'd simply look at me,
I'd be a happy boy.
a happy boy,
Her attention I'd enjoy,
a happy boy.
At first I'll play it coy,
a happy boy.
With her feelings I'll toy,
a happy boy.
And if she'd get annoyed,
unhappy boy,
I'd be an unhappy boy.
July 13, 2020 at 8:50pm
July 13, 2020 at 8:50pm
#988087
My mother died of lung cancer
no one could answer her disease
it matters to me to pause
and back a cause to find a cure.

My friend's father had a stroke
no one could answer his disease
it matters to my friend to pause
and back a cause to find a cure.

Stroke matters to my friend
as lung cancer matters to me
together we live among the others
sisters brothers dads mothers.

If what matters to me is different
than the things that matter to you
you'd be wrong to think I don't care
because, believe me brother, I do.
July 13, 2020 at 12:05am
July 13, 2020 at 12:05am
#988004

A man was imprisoned behind a fence,
surrounded by an intense cloud
that smelled of dry cleaner fluid.
His anger and frustration grew daily
and was hurtful enough
to make death seem attractive.
When he was finally granted freedom,
he was disappointed to see that the world
was no different than his old trap.

Without walls, there is no hope of escape.
July 12, 2020 at 4:09pm
July 12, 2020 at 4:09pm
#987945


I get it now
somehow the knowledge
came freely to me
from out of the blue sea of heaven

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