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Time for Truth

You could call it a barrier
Or an opportunity.
A chance to learn more.
What’s on the other side?
Maybe you’ll find you aren’t the bore?
A chance to bring truth to the lie
And finally even the score.


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Fired

Tired and then there is tired.
Today, I’ve nothing left.
No energy or desire.
I’m a pile of dry wood
Destined for the fire.


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A Flirtation

Caresses that hint at salvation.
Gone before you can process the loss.
An enveloping gaze
Practiced on many others,
But you want it all.
Caution be damned.
Ready to drink it in and revel in the fall.


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The Blacksmith

How do you forge a new heart
In this eternal winter?
Because I require one
If I am to try, once again, to love.
If I wake up tomorrow to brave a new start.


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Poetry

Maybe More

I’m trying to tell you things I can’t even
Describe in words.
Things I may be afraid to say to anybody
Else in this delicate shell we call life.

Where did you go?
Right when I needed you-
A hole where you once stood.
I look down it and all I see
Is a pale, shimmering
Reflection: a knockoff version of me.

I can’t pull you back now
And I can’t stop
The rush of emotions racing
Around my head,
Shot up from my heart
And overwhelming me with dread.

You were to be my confidant,
My ally, my warm repose in the night.
And maybe more.
If I’d told you everything, maybe more.


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Poetry

Notes

How did I end up here?
It’s better than I deserve,
But who gets to be the judge?
And is it really any different than last year?
Questions abound
And I’ve never been the one for answers.
I hold an unearned reward
For being alive. Just sticking around.
Do what you will or maybe what you must.
People are drowned
Under debt or horrific circumstance.
You hope for a good turn for the just.
I know the notes fade in due time,
So I’ll listen each day.
Maybe there’s a message underneath
It all. Music that’s meant to be all mine.


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Poetry

Scroll Unfurled

I don’t slide into my slippers anymore.
It’s a struggle to slide
And then I may slip.
And if I slipped I might fall and be down
Looking up, wondering what’s it all for?

You can @ me all day long and after
Our sun sets and returns.
Mentions and tags
That collect in a cloud of digital bags.
Shipped off at gig speed to the place
Our binary code goes to collide and die.

When you die can it trigger a post
That causes those who barely knew you
And those who know the truth,
To come together in false praise
Of the person they imagined you were?
All based on the transmitted wit you’d
Doled out for years. Photos and words.
Lifting the veil, then hiding behind the Syllables. They’ll never know.
They’ll be briefly adrift on the
Posts in your feed, inspecting the digital
Trail for a clue to your demise.
All the while muttering thanks that they
Managed to survive.
Mourning the posts you’d never make,
All those hammy deprecations
And the events you’d say yes to like
The life you’d said yes to that had
Turned on its heel and silently
Issued a definite no.

It goes and goes until the balance is due.
You don’t know the ledger.
You don’t know the means.
However you live: present for others
Or a digital shell full of consumable
Content, you probably won’t see
It coming as they turn out the light
And finally shut the door.


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