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It’s hard to deliver kindness My scars didn’t come from love, You dealt out judgments decreed From the one you served above. Perhaps I was just too different Or maybe just the same, Your youthful sins reflected In the syllables of my name. Thus, the soundtrack of my being Was a mournful melody, And my quest for your approval Was not the...

Through your heart, two lands go— One too deep, the other too bold. What do you choose? The tatters of leaves, or muds of gold? Reckon we already know: Truth is uncomfortable, so lies are sold. Let’s paint the glasses all gold— She won’t see it now, It won’t be known. By the time she awakes, The gold will be blown. And where do I stand? Searching...

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...

The sun rises and sets over the asylum for the insane But time does not pass for its inhabitants For the outside world is real And only real people have problems Like growing old It is a beautiful sight - The dark place against the side of the hill The light of the turning day catches it softly As the elegant shadows first bend long Touching the...

The leaves on my oak tree never fall, They cling to their green through each season’s call. While grass may wither as autumn descends, It springs back to life, as the cycle transcends. In the chill of the air, when the colors fade, My heart stays steadfast, in your love I'm laid. For though time may change what the world can bestow, My...

“After all we’ve been through, It can’t be over, you must keep going” One said as a partner grew Colder, with a contented smile of knowing He grabbed a hand and said “It’s okay for the journey to be over, That’s the best part, because That’s when you can start a new one, Rest a moment, then see what’s next” A tear fell, and words quivered “I...

The dusty jacket, tattered, did belie Within held pearls bespeaking truth To bring within perfect symmetry The recipe I needed in my youth So distracted I walked through the falling library Of shelves begging with every groan To collect pages torn falling unwary Those voices would fade to the unknown About flew ravens taunting with...