Message from the awful truths nothing stronger than full proof. Bits and pieces of presumption. Little takeaways for view - pleasure emptier than the room. Rise to the occasion or rise to nothing. Gracious notes from old to new: scrambled eggs and beatnik floof. Flowers on collars and shelves of buttons. Let the setting scene fade to view.
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Bar Setting
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Low Hanging Fruit
Far, far away. Sittin’ where the apple seeds grow all day. Whistle up a smile and the branches sway. Dump out the bath and keep the baby face. Nothing left of leaving - only born yesterday.
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you my
My mind buzzes over you. No use hiding from the truth. I hope it’s coming, what we’ve got coming - I need it. I need to feel inside, a castle on the hill with faces in the vines. I need you. No use hiding every night. I see something in your eyes. If you’re not something, I’ve got nothing. I need it. Fuel the fire inside a wood burned stove with glassy eyed cries. I need you. I don’t know where time has gone. Last I seen, it up and run. Ah, but nothing, it’s all nothing. I don’t need it. A crumbling tide. The house fell down, nobody inside. I need you. I need you.
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Tumble Cake
If I could have an ice cream, I’d rather buy two. If I could take a walk, I’d rather go with you. If I could make a home, I’d build it with a view. Large windows while you’re outside so I could stare at you. Whenever I’m alone, dear, you’re inside my head. All the things I’m missing I’d hear from you instead.
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Hold Cloak, Bring Dagger
Skepticism in its sheath, a proverb donned on me. Judgement come cloud, some lost and some found, repetitious melody. Anticipate their looks, the mile long stares, breeding surreptitiously. Eyes bounce and hang; besieging pack of googlies.
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Passion
Perplexed by the utility of love - the blunt instrument by which we excuse our higher faculties like better judgement and grace.
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Bound
Vanished from him across the sea. Drying eyes with salted air, the Northbound man set trade winds free. A raft adrift though lashings taught. Emptying his pockets, scatter rusted keys. He recognized one: strong toothed iconoclast; a head worn. Exchanged tired looks. Escape from safe keeping or so would seem.
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Bombs away!
“Bombs away!” came the bombardier shouting to his captain. “Bombs away.” his captain confirmed low along the horizon. “All that for one person?” came the bombardier, again, though not one to question orders. The captain thought it strange, never one to question openly. “Do you think” -explosions rippled below- “do you think they’ll feel anything?” For the first time, the bombardier wondered. Only silence answered. Bomb a building, a tank, an army, any of many things; they feel nothing. One person, everything.
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Mementos
Thoughts slip and fall. Drops off a faucet, oh, damn indecent of them all. Naked strangers strewn casually about. The world could care. drip Forgive the interruption, a minute at most. Sign the form, and step one toe onto the line. drip However you make your mark. drip Please, step one toe, a harmless piece, into yes, there line and just drip yes, see, drip never so bad drip free -
Wisdom’s Fruits
Aimless through the black and white, among the grainy tops of midnight. Wander through clear cut lines of staunch lit dreams and windless vines. Crawl and stretch toward open whites, blue or hazel of open eyes. Crossing through emboldened text. Reap and sow tears of crying minds. Black and white, back and forth; whose hope is it to read the signs? Among the fields stemming dreams of height, while as to day, they fall to night. Within words so far away only disbelief will fill my fright. Harvested here by those astray, the tree of wisdom, from leaves that fell away.
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