Clutches

I have been held
Beyond what should have been
Addicted beyond hope
The vices I should have seen

Times will always change
As is the way of this life
Letting go is so hard to do
When it becomes the only vice

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Morning Routine

4am and the cats want food
Gentle paw strokes bring the light
Coffee is brewing too slow
Excited fur balls around my feet go

On the deck as dawn awakens
Writing a few new daily lines
Blank pages are a favorite thing
The fresh day and what it brings

A world at peace in quiet of sleep
I prayed to God my soul to keep
That others may remain safe
As daylight brings another wave

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When She Smiles

The world is a little lighter
Gloomy days a little brighter
When a simple little smile
All that is needed for a while

Words sooth a restless soul
In a world that’s taken a toll
She calms this manic mind
Words beautiful and kind

I have found my home
A land I have never known
And I will stay right here
With my heart ever near

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Say No More

The need to share
Every detail of a life
The selfish crowd reigns

Reflections; a delusional mirror
Taking no responsibility
Never accepting any blame

The illusion is not the truth
A world that came and went
Two stories, but not the same

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Oblivious

A world made of smaller ones
Divisive groups, fearful schemes
Keeping them far away  from us
Filtered through media screens

In oblivion lives are lived apart
Hoarding what we have gained
Seeing more of the differences
And not how we are the same

Dice were rolled, we were born
The gamble of better or worse
With blinders covering our eyes
Some are blessed, others cursed

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Littered Paths

In overgrown glades
Paths reclaimed
Torn maps
Littered landscapes
Where they have lain

Cold air bite this breath
This sting of life
Within these veins
Aimless and true
The cost that I tithe

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Wandering

As I wander through this life

Steer the sun, the melody of spring

We heard a day too glad for strife

Forth through the air for a slender thing

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Unnoticed

The signs were there
The slightest tarnish
The lackluster sheen
Coating the varnish

They call it a patina
At the end of the day
Removed and hung
Taken off and put away

Shine became rust
With pits and dings
The armor wears out
Like most other things

But I will wear it still
Until the end of days
The battle is borne
Holding the world at bay

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Blinded

There were times when nothing mattered
A time when the edge was only a dream
No one can explain how this could happen
Always trying not to take this too far now

Surely we have been made for another place
Where every sound is a symphony yet unheard
Temptation is falling and calling us home
Beyond the boundaries of the city lights

When that moment comes, who will be your help?
Heaving the last air of a world slipping away
Seeing colors we have never seen before
Voices in the dark call but no one listens

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Believe

There is no need to believe
Knowing how it’s supposed to be
It has never been easy, never will
Words written in abandon, let them roar

We have never understood what they say
We are the few that the few may remember
A thunder roar in the frailty we are
If we were toid do it again, would it be the same?

No one ever told us it would be easy
I can never extinguish the living in me
The walls fell long ago with nothing left to hide
No longer fighting, just rolling in on the tide

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