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Blasted Temptation
Blasted temptation
A wide as a mile
As potent
Fragile
Hope looks up
Desperation down
Looking for the good
Sometimes
Even gets me down
The Metered Approach
A metered approach
When the pain
Meets the brain
In moments of doubt
And confusion
Slowed down
To adapt to the motion
Listening to the muscles
Listening to the brain
Moving slow
When we are in pain
Hope Check
Send the check
As fast as you can
Hand it over
Just as we planned
Cover the bull
And the bill
Some loose change will do
Hold up the hundred so you can see
Through
Hope check sent in the mail
Held onto and saved
To a forest path
It has been paved
A Tale of Two Friends
A tale of two friends
Destiny begins
When fate ends
Around the corner
A separate situation
No preface needed
And no intimidation
Hope and dreams
Caught in the seems
Between two friends
As a message resends
No apology needed
When the conversation is heated
Between two friends
And that’s where this story
Ends
Poetry Day
Poetry day
Words on the lips
Feelings in the bones
Up the leg
And out the hips
Sunday
A day of reflection
Some say
But today
For me
Is poetry day
No Legit Coat Tail
Headwinds
When you have skin
In the game
Direct linear regressions
When progression
Is needed to keep
The boats at sea
Afloat
For another day
Coat tails in blasted
Fury
Scurry
With scared hopes
Feelings down
And thin
White Marble
White marble walls
Clad with grey lines
Sign of the times
Good and indifferent
All in one place
Easy love
Slow pace
Coffee ground
Into finite matter
In the cup
And on the platter
Define Future
Can we define the future
Decide with knife and suture
What will be remembered
And forgotten
Is the past obsolete
Or a defining feature
Of what growth must be
Debating
What will lead us forward
Or what holds us back
Can we define the future
And be so matter of fact
Some will be dismissed
Some gathered
My own mind
Would rather
Be in the moment
And experience reality
Not technology
Depressions ridden
Alphabetically
Future
Or
Past
What will go
And what will last
Burning Bread
Burning bread
Morning doors
Open
Waiting for change
Momentum
Healing the wounds
We have made
And open
Burning bread on
Tuesday morning
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