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Im really trying here Rain running down my cheeks Thunderstorm in my head led me so far Did we ever love Did we ever get along You met me at a bong Did we ever really know each other Or did I ever really know myself Until now I have only started to know myself What I do Who I am What I want How selfish I truly am These words are so late in the...

I awoke this morning in a warm room with hydrostatic thoughts diffusing with the early drip-tension of sunlight. Muscles sore, body slow, I maneuvered through some basic intuitive limbering, stretching the body to fill up the soul, heart, and mind. That was my intention; but then, I didn't really have an initial value for the day, for these chain...

Sixty plus years ago and the pall that covers us today takes me there as if I'd never escaped the dark secrets are darker the lies run deeper and the consequences are greater 'those who fail to learn from the mistakes of their predecessors are destined to repeat them' and here we are watching helpless as we drown in the muddy waters of...

How can you love when hate's all you've known? How can you arrive when the chance has flown? Love feels so distant, hard to comprehend; When words lose their melody, and rhythms won't blend. Without a guide to show you the way, Will you wander in circles, lost day after day? In a world without maps, where paths intertwine, How do you find...

The Iron Cage** Within a prison built of bone and sinew, He dwells, a captive, where no sun shines in. His flesh, a battlefield where armies clash, And joints, once fluid, now are bound in ash. Psoriasis, a crimson, crawling tide, Leaves burning trails where life should freely glide. Arthritis, with its gnawing, twisting grip, Has stolen...

You may not be able to see me, but that does not mean I am no longer here. You may not be able to touch me, but that does not mean I am gone forever. The physical world may know me to be dead, but I am, in truth, very much alive – more alive, in fact, than I have ever been, In ways that you do not understand. You think that I am unaware of how...

Oblivion May Beckon Dame Fortune takes the pillion as Lord Fate begins to steer the future now seems doubtful and the road ahead's unclear All plans are now worth nothing as past schemes you now abort before they take your every dream and drive them out of court With big changes in the offing new faces behind the helm we're baying for...