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Window Shopping
Hypocritical,
like the falling
of the dove,
a tried and true
revelation;
sometimes in summer time,
lost in the fold.
Beate..
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Paper
Always falling backwards,
enough to lose
my breath,
and in the pain
of life,
I find an apprehensive
truth.
Looking through
cheap li..
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Bird Cage
Walking backwards,
in grains of sand,
endlessly looking
for just the rite reasons,
settled,
in bottles of fine wine.
Slipping on ..
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Wonderland
In walking downunexpected paths,a sound songof revelations.And in the silhouette of the sun,transition,from meaningful misfortune.The know..
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House Call
Aspirations' of integrity
and the world
has a glow,
radical,
in regretful
assumption.
The taking of
morning breaths,
deep and
..
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Trumpets
It’s like the sound
of airplanes passing,
through thick
morning fog.
The righteous indignation
of someone’s
silent..
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Gorilla
Edgy insults,
in the absence of air,
and I have smudged
my eyeliner,
again.
Walking in
no mans shoes,
for forty years,
never in m..
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Reflection
With fine inspiration,
I sip coffee every morning,
looking for the words
that play tricks
on my mind.
Otherwise;
cold and cloudy..
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Crisis
Transition,
endless moments
in the sun,
turning over
fallen leaves;
assumption,
life in a
steady supply.
Wishing moments
of freed..
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Morning Wine
Looking for abuse,
in a foggy
summer sun,
watching the paint
peal off
well worn walls,
she walks carefully
down the street,
fo..
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