Pulled from the sources
All around my fingers
There is a place that I fall back into
A smooth character
Of flat wood
Agonizing over every detail
Holding on to a world I
Barely know
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The Muddled Ask
I wasn’t quite ready
To say what I said
To ask for another portion
Of the blinking red
Light
I could have known
That my words would be
Arranged
In a strange manner
So I just packed it in
For the night
And left for bed
Electric Steer
With my hands off the wheel
Waiting room mints in my pocket
I wait as the launch goes
As quick as a rocket
From this direction
I can see a hopeful sign
Of growth
To become more fully realized
Is my hope
A Gaping Low
I have reached
The gaping low
Of my own
Creation
Mind fog
Imagination
I know that my own
Hopes can be dashed
In a moments notice
So I float
Untethered
To the life
I am knowing
Lavish Memories
Lavish memories
Started about
10 years ago
A life lived so innocent
Protected
And far away
From the life that I know
Today
Nondescript Science
Nondescript science
Is making headlines
In the latest news
Of my winter cold
And weathered blues
Grate Tongue
A great tongue
Or a grate tongue
Is the difference between
Hope and death
Optimism
And pesimissim
Yet the same words
Can yield such
Vastly different results
Hurled insults
Or praises
Can be raised to the sky above
So I must decide today
Which path to take
Which hope to say
To move forward
In a positive way
Who Knew
Who knew
Where we were headed
Or the right direction
To take
When all that is at stake
Is the livelihood of my own
Life
Just do your best
And decide
Regret will not linger
If you have hope inside
Unkempt and Humdrum
Unkempt for the most part
My humdrum ways
Of seeing life
Has to be improved
Through revisions of the truth
I have to make my whole
More whole
And grow
My Guiltless Veins
My guiltless veins
Run wild
With fury and hope
Energy and demise
My own thoughts
Through my own eyes
The feelings come back
From the numbness
To feel love again
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