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Steps Taken in Order

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Shuffled feet

Shouting from pavement

Filled with snow piled black

With dirt and rocks

City people making their way

From one city block

To the next

Steps taken

In order and out of

Spring waiting

For winter to fall

Weeks away

This contest of will power

Contested against the elements

Makes me wonder

What am I doing here

Let Us Auto-Tune Life

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Let us auto-tune life
Then we can all be perfect
No longer would we
Have to deal with humanity
We would run flawless
No mistakes
Small flaw
Auto tune will show you the way
Pulling back to life pitch perfect
Staying away from flaws
Inherent in you and me
Our relationships perfect and plastic
Held on with nothin but auto-tune
Isn’t it fantastic
I can auto-tune my dog
His barks of baby laughter
Detach ourselves from realty
And just lay back
Then we can all have facades
While our humanity can be tucked away
For no one to see or share
Because we no longer need the human condition
Because auto-tune is there

Corporate Greed

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Corporate Greed

Wants

to feed me

A GMO

I said NO

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Belly swollen with chemicals

Repulsed by

Shriveled testicles

They can keep their damn GMO’s

Moving Words

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Moving words

In late night discussion

Sporadic thoughts

Where we are moving

To the deserts of the west

Canopy of south of the Midwest

Through highway curves

And underpasses

I am left feeling lost

Lost between New York

And LA

Not quite sure where

The words will take us

Today

Lost in a cover of clouds

Covering my thoughts

So silent

And so loud

No feeling about the future

No recollection of the past

My love asks me with weary eyes

Is there any wrong

Or any right

To this question that we seek

Answers to tonight

Maybe Georgia

Or the Smokies in NC

That is where my heart will be

Perhaps in the desert with

Snakes and cactus

This conversation always seems to lose

Us

Somewhere in the US we will be

Tomorrow and the day after

Perhaps even a year from now

These moving words have no

Real ability to move me

And I am sure we will revisit this

In these late night car seats

Farewell and Hello

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The day is coming

Finally is here

The barn is ready

The placemats set

Church is waiting

A place to reflect

To set out on a new life

Sail a new ocean

To bid farwell to me

As I once new it

And greet the new

With Hello

I cannot longer hold my past

As it to constrict time

And my future

I go forward brave

Rejuvenated to make life

Work

To work for a new purpose

To shed fear and doubt

To go certainly on a new route

I spend my last days as a bachelor

Reflecting on what I have done

In a short few days

My total will be greater

Than just one

So I sit here peaceful

Hopeful

And quiet

Letting inspiration run

From inception in my brain

To my heart

Through my veins

 Down my arms

 And out of my fingers

I write

Of how life is going to be different

For better and for worse

Sickness and health

But I am ready for this great challenge

To take up the old me

And move to greater heights

Where I can see new potential

Growing

Going somewhere I do not know

Into the future I will walk

With my feet touching gently

On the ground below

Spent my Last 5 Bucks

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Spent my last five bucks

Not quite sure how I am going to get back

Evening lunch and quite pack

I am thinking of you

That is what helps me get through

The rough times that we have faced

Here and there

Not everyday is like today

But on someday’s I am left

With little to no change

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Spent my last five bucks

Times have gotten to be hard

River drying up

The spool has no more yarn

I cannot help but wonder

How we can make it through

Change in my hand

In my jean pocket

Of faded blue

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Spent my last five bucks

Paychecks distance themselves

Somewhere in Michigan

Off of the old state road

North of the line

Making my way back home

I get back in the car and breathe

Some music will help the fear ease

On a summer day in late August

This is what I see

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Spent my last five bucks

Grabbing some gas and food

You will make it all alright

I will be back home soon

A Pick Me Up Tune

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Discontent in the bar on a Saturday

Everyone seems to be okay

Except this one character

Late fifties sniffing for something young

Couple too many drinks he has

Flung

Back

Into his wasted soul

And hardened heart

This man is doing nothing

But playing the creepy old man part

His breathe reeks of alcohol and beer

Harassing the poor musicians to play

A pick me up tune

So he can swoon the younger ladies

Sickened

To my stomach as I see him rummage

Through these civilized people

He is garbage left in the summer sun

Ruining the night life of everyone

His hair slicked back in 80’s fashion

Blond with protruding teeth

Blue eyes that see

Nothing but flesh on the bones of young women

He is sickened me to no redemption

I am but inches away from bending

Flinching into a rage of spirit

So that everyone in this bar can hear it

He is a wasted soul washed up on the shore

For he is that

And nothing more

Hairline

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I am trying to understand some of the things that seem to change as you grow older. I am not sure why I take interest in these things of vanity – but I do – good or bad. I don’t want to give away too much – enjoy!

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Why spend so much time thinking about your hairline

all in all things are just fine

sing and write a poem from time to time

does this symbolize youth and health

or simple vanity

for all eyes to see

what will happen in the days to come

there is no reason for that

I am not sure if it is a reason to just look back

a connector to my past

but I start in the glass and wonder

what is the reason for it

my worry

my concern

in days and years I will learn more

about the world

and myself

Clocks and Lamps

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This is a poem reflecting on life through the collection and the ultimate giving of possessions. I was inspired by a conversation I had with my uncle, who is a very devout priest, about how the things that he had collected simply become garbage if the family does not want it. Maybe he came to this by seeing all the people come and go in his life – and the disposal of their belongings. It really reminded me of how life is truly simple at the core to give back and not be controlled by what you own. A simple idea and a poem to go with it. Cheers.

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A holy man has spent his years praying

Years

Walking through narrow wooden halls

Lit with dim lamps

When night would fall

Sitting silent on a quiet lake

He would speak so softly

As to not make a mistake

Years passed

His health began to wane

One could never tell

He never spoke much of pain

His years of prayer and solitude

Subtle vintage soul

Quiet demeanor and gentle attitude

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“Is there any worth to this”

He asked me

Once we pass

Is there any meaning left

The colored lamp, wooden clock

Passed from hands to hands

Through generations tenderly walk

Falling down the mountain

Back to life
Formed from reincarnation

The giving fountain

Eyes passing

Looking

Watching

Take what is left

When the date has passed

When the soul departs

Small trinkets left

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I learned much from his quiet soul

His tepid walk

Gentle flow

Upon others shoulders

Leave what you collect
From the field

There is no reason to save

Gands these items we collect down

It becomes a pile of forgotten

The trash man will collect it and move on

Drive away in the early dawn

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Clocks and lamps

Collect new meanings

When new eyes see

A new branch is born

Upon the tree