Peace from irritation
Daily sandpaper rub
Misrepresentation
Of the Joy of Life club
In this minute of grace
Through my buttonhole realm
The threads of the World threads
Me to the Overwhelm
Saturday, March 31, 2018
This want of infinite
This want of infinite
Pure imagination
To describe the finite
Great interpretation
Can the abstract define
Are we simply amused
Are there answers in light
When darkness is refused
Pure imagination
To describe the finite
Great interpretation
Can the abstract define
Are we simply amused
Are there answers in light
When darkness is refused
Finding forgiveness fails
Finding forgiveness fails
Anger still exploding
All the years swallowing
In silence imploding
The option to forget
Recollecting no more
Can simply be achieved
Just by painting the door
Anger still exploding
All the years swallowing
In silence imploding
The option to forget
Recollecting no more
Can simply be achieved
Just by painting the door
It’s not about gun rights
It’s not about gun rights
It’s about Life and Death
The gun in the wrong hands
Has us all out of breath
Our rights to Life and Peace
Should never be denied
Laws are to protect us
From all Bonnie’s and Clyde
It’s about Life and Death
The gun in the wrong hands
Has us all out of breath
Our rights to Life and Peace
Should never be denied
Laws are to protect us
From all Bonnie’s and Clyde
Thinking of Gedney Park
Thinking of Gedney Park
A blinding sunny day
Minutes with my mother
Before the life decay
Swinging plastic golf clubs
Trying to hit balls hard
The only time she played
With me and James Gerard
A blinding sunny day
Minutes with my mother
Before the life decay
Swinging plastic golf clubs
Trying to hit balls hard
The only time she played
With me and James Gerard
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
My heart stepped on like an
My heart stepped on like an
Unharvested turnip
My spirit battered like
Mud thrown at a tulip
Surviving primary
No more present danger
Now that the narcissist
Has been made a stranger
Unharvested turnip
My spirit battered like
Mud thrown at a tulip
Surviving primary
No more present danger
Now that the narcissist
Has been made a stranger
Still learning to accept
Still learning to accept
Defeat, matters of loss
Changing my perspective
Coming down from my cross
Buffer the breaking waves
Knowing out there's a swell
Stop wallowing in self
Bodies drowning in hell
Defeat, matters of loss
Changing my perspective
Coming down from my cross
Buffer the breaking waves
Knowing out there's a swell
Stop wallowing in self
Bodies drowning in hell
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