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I have a system, I swear it- This pile is clean, this pile is not. And that magazine over there? The National Enquirer? Yes, that's a coffee s..

Im stuck with a memory That I cant get To let go of me. As usual it just crept in, The cost? Im lost once again. Filled with fresh regret Humbl..

I set out into the dark To fill my lungs with midnight air, and catch the faintest glimpse of Heaven as it would be here. Hopeful of the wonders ..

We used to talk the moon, Orion, and me sprawled out under the cottonwood tree; Their reply to my questions? Morse code In the light filtered be..

Come and take a walk with me Amble humbly down mainstreet All the while mumbling about everything we see- Hand in hand, or hands in pockets doesn..

All I can do is fantasize- See myself through my own eyes- Slip into the skin that fits for now- Such as The Wounded, The B***h, The Cow. ..

I never asked to do God's work But I, like most mammals was born Into a life of weaving a tapestry I will never live to behold. I wonder som..