I started this path
When I was twenty two
When just like you
I wanted my own path
I could tell you my future
Act so damn mature
I wanted only to arm wrestle
Every known to man hustle
I started this path
When I was twenty
I was just like a you
We all hadn’t a clue.
I started this path
When we were both twenty two
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I was told
oh so bold
her words would move me
I had somewhere to be,
yet alone
this unknown
semblance of finality
the winds so symbolically,
played outside my windows
shaking the pains in its throes
my bird feeder ready to sail if the nail gives
tossed back and forth only time forgives.
I listened in awe
each whistle like a saw
cutting through the afternoon air
without hesitation, a constant tear.
I listened to the winds, the changing winds
I listened to the winds, her changing winds.
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When words would rather escape me
I cannot breathe, I just wish to be free.
Paint a vibrant canvas with pleasure
that moment when a heart is a picture.
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If I could stay in that quiet respite
would then fear were my outfit.
To swell itself around my state of mind,
to always catch me, where love unwind.
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I held her in my arms one winter day
I knew in that breath this was a way
to give back, to feel her soft gasp
listening I could within my grasp.
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I wanted only to hold her pain,
the words alone wouldn’t explain.
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I reach incorrectly
step aside
and watch the film develop
inside my head
in my dreams where I yearn
to be always
figure out the scene.
Such is the mystique
of forever winding the rope.
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I cannot disagree
with advice
people try to tell me all the time,
it makes me sometimes
crawl to a stop,
slowly fade into the grout.
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I want to be free,
to not run around scared
watch wheels in motion
that haven’t ever found a way
to make themselves known
when lost on my own.
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When I close one book
the next seems nearby
so easy it is
for me to fall into other worlds
simply to deny
no, rely
upon some distant arm of guidance
comes down to speak to my psyche
tell me everything is going to be
all right.
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And then it starts all over again,
another scenario to embrace.
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I woke to tapping panes,
tears would gather on my sill.
The sun miles away in the east,
clearly shadowed, chilling showers.
I wandered deep inside clouds
searching for my light of day.
The winds outside would change,
carrying fears I might disdain.
Seems funny when we feel rain,
wet skin not yet allowing spring.
I laid my head upon my pillow,
wishing she might hear my song.
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Standing nearby
wondering about the walk
a concrete path
overlooking angry seas.
I want to walk across
unsure, unsettling fear,
I don’t know if I’ll ever recall
what stood before my crossing
an ocean
a spectacular horizon.
Can I glance at you
if only for a moment,
to see whether there might be solace
a place to land
still again
after falling.
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It has its persecuting moments, trying to run with wolves, tiresome.
Without feeling ungrateful for words
take a stand,
realize the illusion
is sometimes our reality.
He responded the same,
when she did,
he couldn’t find a name
when she did.
Sometimes we are scared
wonder a loud
wonder a loud
Can’t really figure they dared.
take away such a gentle soul
take away such a gentle soul
That confidence will matter
when she does
There’s no chance matters.
when she does.
take away such a gentle soul.
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Paper and a pen 