Not much goes on around my way;

It’s probably the same near you:

The brutes of buildings, boarded shops,

Unyielding gloom, the angry street,

The young, with nothing else to do.

So when they said I should join up,

I thought to myself: ‘Well, why not?’

It seemed a chance to break away

Into a blast of a cleaner air.

Nobody said I would get shot.

So now I lie be...

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If only I could go back in time

To rectify all my mistakes.

All that I shouldn’t have said,

Yet still felt the need to say.

Why did I even feel that need?

I, too, was just a child, right?

Be the example,

Show them they are wrong.

Show them we are no beasts.

Show them we can be equal.

Act mature,

Be mature.

Show them they are wrong.

So many rules and rest...

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Cry me a river

so I know you can feel

the heartache which splits me apart

in hopes you will come 

with a stick of glue

get me that violin 

and sing me a song

for I’d play,

until my fingers fell off

just to hear you sing along

or come kiss me goodnight

bless me with your gentle touch

and look at me with those glittering stars 

so I may fall asleep 

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she is the vagabond

who wanders with the winds

forever adrift 

a prisoner to her sins

by dawn she appears

nextdoor, or nearby 

she’ll pay you no mind

nor lift you an eye

now, offer her aid

let her stay for a while

she’ll throw you a laugh

or feign you a smile 

but soon as you stop

and question her ways

her grin disappears

her eyes fill wi...

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I want to drape the page

with memories, love

with wandering thoughts and

painful regret

I want to wonder

what I could be, and would

if I took my words and

made them come true

or is that unwise?

to wish for a change 

for the dreams to leave my mind

and join the sunlight around me

I want to climb the tallest mountains 

and trees

I would fall i...

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once stood a great warrior

of malice and pride

with no battle too bloody

for his hungering eyes 

his blade, sharp and stained

stood tall at his side

left in its wake

only dead men would lie

then, in the distance 

that red, setting sun

gave a glimpse to the man

of the deeds he had done

the crimson and black

was all he could see

he saw not the...

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The devil has always been,

A faceless entity

To me.

Until now at least.

Now it has become clear.

I can see.

The devil

In front of me.

They are no singular person.

Instead a pair.

Familiar sight.

Lungs devoid of air.

The devils gaze at me.

Recognizable set eyes.

No surprise.

Why is this reality?

First sight of a child.

Encounter...

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‘’See you tomorrow’’,

that was what you said.

Back then, I could not identify it as a lie.

I only realized when I got to your house the next day,

your hanging frame decorating the place.

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Regret

Regret
A thousand times regret.

Choices made,
that cannot be unmade.

Stupid things,
done again and again.

Foundations
laid for a useless life.

Coming to an end for some time.

At least death will be done right.

Kind of hard to screw that up.

(Photo taken by poet. It's the Pennsylvania hills behind Frank Lloyd Wright's Kentuck Knob House.)

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