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Word Fights

In a fitting moment,

a human can be aroused

by the world they live in,

simple, free and confined.

We all have our hearts,

some talk about the soul,

others cry their bitter tears,

all wanting that place to stand.

Sounds familiar,

always is,

same words,

sentiment no different,

just another day in the life,

of a broken heart,

a wild imagination,

a central device of definition,

some human condition shit,

all the same

on a different day, different plane,

a parallel fucking universe,

somebody tell me how to get off,

rather than trying to hang on,

what happens when I fall,

nothing underneath,

just floating in the air,

sort of like my mind on acid,

or maybe nothing at all,

just my mind,

my fucking brain on

reality.

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A Visit

I think she visited me,

I’d hate to say it true,

and lose her all over again,

but I do think she did.

It was a special day,

remarkable miracles,

when later I would check

and I noticed her,

in that lovely mystery

her cryptic way,

to lend to the beauty

of her long lasting mystique.

He wondered with a smile,

if he did respond,

told her so

and thanked her more,

would she go away,

take her life to another way,

where he could still imagine

but no longer find her

again, just like the last time,

a decade ago

of misguided assurances

and confusing outcomes.

Oh to have the recordings back

the lovely pleas in music,

if only then,

and maybe now,

but time doesn’t allow,

only the beauty of love

can be found to be waiting

when no one is looking,

and in a glance,

we do see we have eyes,

their depths inherent

with our own personal

desire to find our soul

with each heart in hand.

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In 2021

I really didn’t think I would make it,

I watched the days drift by

painfully so

as I imagined each downfall

every reason to believe

my life wasn’t worth living.

I listened to friends,

met a therapist

a blue sky did nothing

for my state of mind.

I wanted to escape

all the festering angst,

thought I wasn’t capable

of living any sort of life.

It was in 2021

I rushed through resistance,

didn’t want to grow,

figured it was too late,

my life in a measure

of selfish deceit.

I walked alone for a very long time,

today I’m still alone, still alive.

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Trying to Resurface

I walked a thin line,

the same as you

and I wondered

is this all there is.

I remember days of

staring at walls,

drinking my coffee

liking a routine.

But I was still buried

trying to find a light,

some indication

that I was all right.

I went to bed early

and I got up late,

still having that coffee

still staring at walls.

I wandered alone

in a sea of people,

I looked in their eyes

they all turned away.

I didn’t really know

what side of the street

what part of the ladder

I landed upon.

I only wanted to breathe

I only hoped I might believe.

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Side Of The Road

Trying to imagine

where I am

standing by the side of the road.

Thinking about memories

thinking about a time

when I really didn’t know

where I would be

in another decade

or in time.

I think about her,

and I remember,

standing here with her,

holding hands,

feeling the icy frost

of the winter’s night,

looking at the stars,

imagining nothing else

could ever come in between,

we were together.

Standing on the side of the road,

imagining what life

might be again

if we could circle back

and remember

what it was

held us here together

time in those moments

when time really didn’t change

We just were in the moment.

That was a happy time.

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This Pressured Mind

Seems a quiet resistance

comes alive when alone,

wondering about the now,

forgetting about the past,

or wanting to,

wishing we could.

The future is unknown

tomorrow we’ll wake again,

decide upon the morning,

a breakfast or simply juice.

Begin the day with coffee

reflecting on last night,

maybe last week,

wondering in the moment,

what’s next

a cup of coffee

new thoughts

trailing through my mind.

I wonder about her,

childhood,

just when we were kids,

filled with fantasy

and not even a remote awareness

all the years ahead of us.

What would it be like

if one day we wake,

and all those moments are gone,

and they’re just right now,

sitting in my chair

having a coffee

wondering about the day ahead,

wondering if she might ever know.

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Solace

What means this peace

of mind, in solitude

we seek

a mellow rapport with time,

some distant song

we want to find in our hearts,

a soul

so meant to be filled with love

we wander

sometimes alone, sometimes surrounded

by a world inside its own

personal journey.

We’re all finding peace

our everyday,

we wander inside the psyche of memory,

hoping somehow

we might find a solution

to the pain,

this constant dilemma

our own struggle

stays afloat with the normal routine,

without a conflict,

would we ever know

how we might find our selves

our peace

our solace.

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These Tears, This Pain

Someone told me one fine day about pain

lets you know you’re alive, can be again.

I wondered about that some years ago

everything I knew and didn’t know.

I wanted to be alone on my own

yet so much could I feel if I had known.

There were days of a steady disbelief.

I couldn’t know anything else but grief.

It’s easy to imagine no way out,

didn’t feel good left me wandering about.

I would crawl inside a symbolic hole

wondering if I might ever feel whole.

Whisper to me everything you know

helps me get past you, will help me to grow.

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She Had This Look

She would curl her lip

as an expression of thought,

I’ll never forget that

find myself doing the same

wishing I wouldn’t

and yet a sweet smile,

I remember again,

why it is I loved her so much.

See it just takes a look

see someone’s eyes smile,

and a day complete,

need nothing beyond

just that quiet moment

when we all can

smile together

knowing life is meant to be

gentle and forgiving,

for how else are we to live

than by the paths of our soul.

For would the world turn

when her eyes

she would give them to me,

she had this way

hers is an elegant look

I’ll never forget,

just hope I might,

one day

see her eyes again.

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Looking For Her

It’s a constant search

for that one we love,

who holds the key

to all we might cherish.

Do we know who it is,

or just an illusion in our mind.

Have we the common nature

of knowing we are not blind.

It seems relevant

to imagine such a muse

waiting in the shadows,

wishing to give more

credence to our fascination

than simply wanting to amuse.

We all search for her,

I do everyday

in the expression she might give me,

in the color of her eyes.

Standing in that coffee shop

so many years ago,

I knew love stood before

I didn’t wish to go away,

until another day,

I’ll keep seeking her vision.