Story’s End

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Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).

The most expensive personal item(s) I’ve ever purchased was my own principles. Once we allow our core values and self-worth to be trampled, redeeming them will always come at a great cost.

Yeah, no one lit a candle, nor did their heart yearn
No one went to war to bring your safe return

Love was tears at story’s end, turned on for show
Honor never crossed their mind — they sieged you, now you know

To cherish meant your vacancy by their decree
It still snows in summertime as you look back and see

Word were things they shopped for in society’s store
Legless stumblings daily dropped to the editing room floor

The pool of water calls them as a siren song
If you are a spring to it, that’s abjectly wrong

Receipts: A Haiku

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What’s something most people don’t know about you?

Something that most people don’t know about me is that I — 100% — hoard books, virtue, and Receipts.

What references, then
Were ever more rosier
Than Faith, Hope, and Love

Good

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Why, son, if you did right
Turned out alright
Spoke honest
Were kind, and all that
Do you fear your broken heart?

You gave your all
Did not make her feel small
At her gazed, only
Promised her your days
Now, nighttime…damn, dark nighttime

Take back your breath she stole
Beggar no more — you’re whole
This will take all you know
You did right by her, didn’t you?
Now do right by you

I’m a Dreamer

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What would you do if you lost all your possessions?

If I lost all my possessions, then I hope I’d respond by embracing my freedoms.
I hope….

‘neath twilight,
Now gone, night
Breezeless, that we’d hear

Sun thinking
Debating
Not coming too near

Earth rustles
We wrestle
Then, loose unchecked fear!

The stars freeze
Hark! Claim these!
Freedoms, conscience clear

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com; Veteran’s Park, Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Tools

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Uncertain toolbox
And uncertain feet
A map that is crumbled and frail

A childhood song wafts
With mem’ries of North
Distant — but God’s path prevails!

Joy, He will give you
Peace, you will have
For, He does call you His own

The world may leave you
Reject, and thieve you
Still you are never alone

Fire Department

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In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

Soul searching is hard work. Does it not usually cause a sense of alone-ness that might make us press pause on that search? May it be we each see it through and fire fear.

I learned you’ve always been near
I never needed to fear
Earth’s spinning had me confused
Fodder for Satan to use

Told to think as I ought to
It left me treading water
And pulled me far from you
Pulled me far from you

If this magic will be mine
Will it mean the end of time
‘cause I thought you never, never, never, would arrive
Spirit, you have arrived

Like Perfume

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Who will I be if I’m not seventeen
Bright eyed…everyone enamored with me

Will my responses be always so quick
Too quick most times…impressed with my own wit

Seventeen fails me I don’t know it yet
Sixty, I’ll honor…despite seventeen’s regret