a morning like many others
Mirror, mirror, face anew
Upon blue skies an eye of
gold,
Mirror, mirror, face awash
Renew this day my lust for
life,
Mirror, mirror, face of old
Those fading eyes seen much
and more,
Mirror, mirror, faceless fool
Prepare thyself for your darkest
thoughts
Craving No More
The little boy in a candy store
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving more
The young man in a public house
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving more
The old man in a bottle shop
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving more
The ghost of a man at heavenly gate
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving no more
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sailing in silence
…
silence. stirring. silence … silence.
…
“ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE…”
…
and it never became more than a monologue, even if the stage at times were filled with ghosts of those that I abhored …
…
…
To count the ages, a single hand did not suffice, I used my two and then broke off; two thumbs and a bird in flight.
…
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It became apparent; to those that cared to read; I had come the full circle; I had sailed the seven seas.
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The shit doesn’t have to
stop.
Let it go;
let it flow.
The pipe and the easterly breeze,
I carry dice
but never roll.
The shit doesn’t have to
stop.
But the Now; it has to
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I am becoming more worried
about not being at all worried
about giving up a lifetime of working
about money coffers eventually dry out
about mortgage payments needed
about the inevitably of rough sleeping
I am becoming more worried
but not a lot else
I’ve given up the fight
I’ve given up on dreams
I am becoming more worried
but not a lot else
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In my dream I was transported
without gods or buttons pressed
In my dream I was the hero
freckled youth I’d say
In my dream I wanted difference
polars swapped and fingers touch
In my dream I was transported
to a place without birth;
or death
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I am better
than this,
I am
deserving,
without void
I would prosper,
with a pause and then silence
I would be heard