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Poundering Thoughts About Thinking
I thought about thinking
And then thought again
Cause to think about thinking would make my brain bend
And to pounder this thinking of bending is strange
So I thought about nothing real hard for a change -
Inanimate
People think I need to speak to people like myself
And fear that I am crazy for talking to a shelf-
But really speaking to you is the best part of my day.
I'll ramble on for hours and you’ll never walk away. -
I'll Tip My Hat
The phone you cracked- a bow I will
You propped it on the windowsill.
That bruise you got- my hands I’ll clap
You didn’t see the door of glass.
The food you burned- I’ll give a toast -
The Cosmic Connection
That cosmic connection that tingles your spine
And leaves your hearts gate to slowly unwind
And makes your arms tingle with the breeze from the stars-
Was not how I felt when I met you.
That universe pulling two forces together -
A Loaf of Bread for Happiness
I made a small and measly gift,
Its wrapped in foil and it sits
Inside a basket with a rose,
the pretty smell will please your nose.
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Whats in A Name
My pen name is part of who I am
A part of me at heart
It rests inside my writing hand
And thinks up wacky art.
My pen name is a piece of me
Loves
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My Father's Wooden Bracelet
She’s picking me up
a waterfall rushing down her cheeks
covering me
as my beads absorb
the ocean in her palm
She’s a familiar face
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November Fifth
No one can predict
Our country's future
Various people watching and waiting
Eager and scared for the outcome
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Preserved Moments
Listen to the soft pattern
of rain drops falling onto the window pane
creating streams of water
that all end in a small puddle beneath the sill.
Feel the softness of a blanket
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I wish I could
I wish I could,
You know
Just let things go
But my head
Keeps going
going
going
going
gone.
Never to be the same again
Thoughts during the day turn to daydreams
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What Writing Is To Me
When I write I don't really know what I'm doing or what I'm writing about. I get stuck, I want to write but don't know what to do or I try to write then totally go off topic.
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if it hadn't have been for you
I wait in the dark,
with the clouds poking through the atmosphere.
I look to the stars
begging for their help.
They shoot dust in my eyes;
which brings the tears
I watch the moon as it's turning