Some stories will never be told
and some will never be forgot
But those we remember
remind of us what we have lost
And those we tell again
are those who made us believe
But some can’t fin…
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Juice can be fickle, with no parch to tickle, yet men spend their last nickle, for no more than a trickle. When squeezed from a grape, most barely escape, with a bruise and a…
STANDING ALONE ,
SHELTERING FROM THE RAIN
A VOICE , VAGUELY FAMILIAR
I HEAR CALL MY NAME,,
DID I HEAR HIM?
NO..I DECIDE IMPOSSIBLE
HE’S GONE ..FOREVER
I SADLY RECALL OUR LAST WORDS
SO…
Today I was invited to a very friendly and kind ladies property to see the giant Fungi which grows in her garden. I can tell you , my mouth felt open by seeing the size of them. These fungi wer…
and random is, as random does
and random is by name
and still I search for meaning
randomly each day…
glass explodes out, from the heavens
refracting and reflecting light
then rains down, it looks like fractals
onto the mourning world below
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"Coffee is scraped knuckles and bum luck; tea is an extended pinkie and inherited wealth. there’s nothing similar between us…"
sometimes a spirit breaks little by little
hurtful words, bad decisions, reckless actions…
the down side of daily life
my soul is weathering
stretched too thin… sometimes
almost fe…