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One Life, three time periods

The past is the past.
So, learn and build from it.

The present is here, right now.
So, live to the fullest and don't hold back.

The future is ahead of us waiting.
So, whenever that time comes
take ahold of it and don't look back.

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Awoken

These memories fade into me

Each time I gather

They become seamless

 

They've woven themselves into the stars

 

Beauty as they are

It is my past

 

To the melody of my soul

I caught them dancing

As if they didn't mind the memories that cried

They thought them loveliness

 

Please watch for when they fall

That is you or I falling to harmonize

 

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The Knock

Lo and behold that feeling

once more has returned

 

To tease test and torment

dead past willfully spurned

 

From window shut forever

heard unmistakable creak

 

A portent of ensuing havoc

and destruction it’ll wreak

 

Dilemmas deemed sorted

in archives since then lost

 

Will augment latent agony

with much heftier paid cost

 

An arduous uphill dr...

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On the Influences of Love

Love turned me into a circus monkey,
A raving, craving, fiending junkie.
Incessantly nodding, affirming yes,
Consistently giving, despite duress. Love turned me into a puppet pauper,
A penniless, lack-luck, begging gawper.
Constantly scrounging, loose change sifter,
Tirelessly searching, dime store drifter. Love turned me into a courtly fool,
A grinning, spinning, ignorant tool.
Happ...

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