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Cancer

Nothing else really matters

She stood in line

With the rest of them

Quiet and composed

Holding onto her own story.

She didn’t plan to be here

No one ever does

The world continued on

Around her

Everything always does

She remembers the first day

The panic in her heart

Like suddenly this memory

Hangs on to her alone.

The people around now cry

Quiet in their own grief

They know she’ll rise above

The tough bird that she is

Sing above the trees

Let the sunlight be

What reminds us of life

How our lives are meant

To be.

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I Wrote You A Letter

We were 21,

I was leaving town

I didn’t want to say goodbye,

you never really knew.

I wrote it on a legal pad,

gave it a date,

and that’s all I had.

I was rummaging years later

came across a faded leather journal

held it close to my heart.

Words spoken to you,

this sort of love thing that I knew

back when anything could happen.

I wrote a letter to you,

seems I wanted to miss you.

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I Wanted To Hide

I stood on a hill

Over the city

A gravel path reached

For my dreams

I wanted to imagine

I wanted to hide.

I sat on a bench

In the twilight

Waiting for her

Seeing the headlights

Wondering who was inside

I wanted to shout

I wanted to hide.

I stood on the rail

In the cold of winter

Held on to the lamppost

Slippery gloves

I wanted to know

I wanted to hide.

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Trespassing Death

I stole death

A few times

One night

Stepping into the highway

Making cars swerve

A couple more steps

Crossing the white lines

Cars screaming by.

I stole death one time

Standing on the rail

Of a bridge nearby

Hands holding a lamppost

Nearby

Wondering if landing on ice

Or pouring through the water

Would silence the mood.

I stole death one night,

I was all alone.

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When Last We Spoke

I watch to drive away

I didn’t believe your eyes

I wanted to hear you say

What we are doing isn’t wise

But you just disappeared

Down the road

And now my days go by

I heard you cried the other day

It was a day I’m afraid to say

When suddenly I realized

Only dreams would come my way

I wanted you to stay

Even though we live the way

We did for hours in the sun

And night time twilight saying

This is who we are today.

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How Long Will I Weep

I watch days go by,

summer warmth,

laying by the pool,

and then autumn winds,

we walk with light sweaters

feeling the crisp air,

a gradual turn

to winter’s quiet

resilient nature.

We have to find

the heavy garments,

creating soft cocoons,

carrying us through season,

finding ways to appreciate

the beauty of how

our bodies

adjust to the changing seasons.

I thought of you the other day,

how we might walk together

holding hands

feeling fresh snow

tease our nose,

laughing in each other’s eyes,

a warm reminder

envelops me now,

while listening to the Moody Blues,

I can almost feel your

heart touching my soul.

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I Sit For Hours

On a gloomy Sunday,

In my robe and gray skies

I said for hours

Only wishing my demise.

I don’t move sometimes

Sitting for hours.

I wish I knew my state of mind

Well before launching in

I sit for hours

Wondering where

How all this time has passed

And yet I am waiting,

always waiting.

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Breathe

I can’t think straight, and then I realize it is ok, this is only the psychological part of me that has always found trouble eventually. You have to wonder what I am even trying to say with those words. And then I breathe and realize the moment. Not lost. Still moment. Asking forgiveness, finds presence, trying to hold on. Suddenly everything is layered upon him. Suddenly life feels so permanent. The key would be to relive life with a different set of choices. I’m home in the safety of my refuge, I could call it that I suppose. I wish the words writing a song. Did you ever forget a dream? What about an out of body experience. I honestly don’t know what I am doing and would rather keep it here. How bottled up do we allow ourselves to be? What if I explode? I walked outside in the fresh air and felt the wind upon my skin. Isn’t that normal? To feel? I have an issue with not feeling inspired. Dead in the water, wanting to be in the water. Wait! You just said it. You did something human. Inside the passion and confusion is life. Breathe.

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I feel like I’m on a cliff

just hanging on,

all alone,

like I won’t fall

it’s only a show.

A role, we play

a figure in life

presentable language

air, and atmosphere.

Stand nearby.

I manage to be a figure

in life,

this life I lead,

I am the commander.

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In A Crossfire

Emotions aside

Thoughts scream

A daily absence

Time driven

Thoughts prevail

Confusing the brain

When present means

Facing fears

We fight the torture

Of a lonely mind

Find the refuge

Heart and soul

Passion of life

Settle screams.