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Nameless but Important


I believe you are as important as you want to be. When I come to work I don’t get handshakes and head nods from the people that work during the day. All they see is a shadow, a nameless, hoody … Continue reading

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Winter’s Night


“Crack,” the branches make a snapping sound in the night. “Meow,” the cat scurries across in fright. Pain, somewhere pain is being born. Despair, somewhere a dream is being torn. Laughter, breaks the darkness of the sky. Crying, both for … Continue reading

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Her


Whispering winds speak your name. Through morning sun and glistening rain. Even my dreams are no longer mine. Your presence there I see a sign. I wonder if our love was real. Or was it a simple touch and feel. … Continue reading

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Dear God


It is with an affable nature that I spare a grin, to the man that I recognize as my twin. Daunting the resemblance and yet so different, an aid to chaos this dilemma has lent. And still I embrace this … Continue reading

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Soap Box Evolution


You push your soap box down the road. It is heavy, weighted with the ideas and thoughts that you wish to share with the world. It scratches its way down the road, under the almost unbearable heat above. The sun … Continue reading

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Color by Number


You predefine where I can draw a line. Or tell me how to write a rhyme. But you cannot choose the color of the day. You tell me what goes with what. If I am silly or acting a nut. … Continue reading

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Spice


It teases your mind and opens doors to ideas not yet born. They sit dormant, waiting for the music to play. And upon the right tune their leaves will wave with the sound of a drunkard whistling in the wind. … Continue reading

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