Damn The Blue

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O if only!

I should latch my finger through

The loop of the well-worn costume

That’s seen you through life’s ups and downs

And tear away the silly front of it

I’d see a new you

I’d help you through life’s unders and overs 

Rhythmic March

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In your rhythmic March
I watch you walk
With then against 
The pull of the pre-dawn wind
And I wonder whether you feel

It is worth it

What consumes you 
Now is cold, this Day
If the glass and girders 
Keep you for a time 
Then afterwards, what else

Claim what will count

Would that comes always 
Always and ever
The consuming fire
And you brandish a flame
In your rhythmic March 

 

Hand On Hip

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Think not about
The breeze blowing through
The center of you
Howling away a hollow
A something-specific shaped hole
Where resides your soul

Decide you’ve all you need
You are enough 
Standing there tough
Your own hand on your hip
Eyes surveying what you’ll prefer or let pass
How full your glass 

More Kind, More Kind

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Mocking bird
Were I your tree
A conscience surely would find thee
You’d fly too far
And feel the sting
Reflecting on the soothe I bring

My honest leaves
With perfect shimmer
Pray your feathers grow none dimmer
Striped wing belied
By your lone song
You’ve held no hope here all along