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The Journey is the Destination

The Journey is the Destination. 

 

Cast away , far at sea. 

The man sits alone. 

With a salt-rust key. 

Around his neck, bound by shame. 

He sits alone with his shattered name. 

 

Waves crash high. 

They form down low. 

Reminds him of his painful row. 

See blue skies through reverse paint glass. 

The impossible way. 

Becomes shattered green grass. 

 

My...

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A Letter to My Soul.

                   A Letter to my Soul. 

 

 

 

It was around summertime.  I was driving up County Road 99  in Woodland, CA roughly 10 miles north of Davis, CA.

 

I was thinking about life . 

 

I was thinking about how beautiful life really is and at the same time how hard life can really be. 

 

I was thinking about how those stones in life can cause doubt. The rocks t...

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Unconditional Love.

                Unconditional Love. 

 

Your stuck inside your head. 

The walls torched and dead. 

From the pain you felt so long ago.

You’re the woman that can still glow. 

 

You glow as bright as the flame of sun. 

You dance through the pitch dark night.

Almost as if your battle has been won. 

 

Your stuck inside your head. 

The beauty of self-love laid rest in...

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Distant Love.

                     Distant Love. 

 

As I sit and wade in crystal springs .

I feel the warmth of love. 

Shine down upon me. 

 

Radiant and True pierce through my soul.

Send your arrow of love. 

You make me whole. 

 

I remembered first glance of forbidden thought. 

A picture so beautiful. 

You can never be bought. 

 

To see you happy even not for me!

To...

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The Cry for Unknown Love.

     The Unknown Cry for Love. 

 

Your Standing right in front of me . 

I’ve seen beauty’s face before. 

De’JA Vu’s got hold of me . 

Guiding me through Piece’s door. 

I jump into crystal blue. 

I swim through water warmed by you. 

I melt away and mix in you. 

Condensate into morning dew. 

We wait until morning light. 

See colors shine through Apollo’s might.

Be...

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The Genius Correlation of Power and Greed.

The Genius Correlation of Power and Greed.

 

There is more to life than what you see on A screen. It’s a genius correlation of power and greed. To blind the masses. To make them follow. To follow a person on the wings of a swallow

Look up high all these people so great ! I nevereven met them but I’ll take them on a date. I’ll give them my soul and watch it turn fake. I’ll pretend like I’m...

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The Mother of Nature.

 

               The Mother of Nature. 

 

The rocks they form from gaseous flame.

Hades hell takes all the blame. 

Hot spots spread over thousands of years. 

Turned wild stone into a stagnant tame. 

 

They set above water blue as sky. 

They soak up all their mother’s dye. 

Turned pitch black to softened clay. 

She now gets to work right away. 

 

She speaks so...

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