Crushed

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Busy, busy, boy in red 
But I’m swifter still 

Get my demise in your head 
Think to be my pill

Do you dream I’ll give my all
To your damnedest plan

This Dark Friday caused your fall
My The Great I Am

Dawned

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And then when dusk becomes inevitable
Denial becomes plain as day
Admit it we must
There are words that won’t be uttered
Tones of voice reserved for others 
Questions never to be asked
Surprises fade into midnight’s nothingness

Bigger

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What Holy adhesive 
Bound there
And how dare it have
Yet failed elsewhere

What roses perfumed
Her walk
And hued tint reflected,
Affected his vision 

Bigger it is
Their world
And their treasures, their eyes
In proper places

Fool’s Song

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It reads as a song

The answers owed
Yet never forthcoming

The questions looming
That only the ghosts entertain 

The life, the life, the life
Before, now, ahead, that must be to blame

All this you’ll never know
The cheapest of tricks

And  someone is singing

Homeward

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Why we need the woman-girl
Sharing the storyline

She will save you from yourself
Lest you think too long and hard

Let her show you the world’s flora
Should your day be canvassed grey

Dare to let her lead you
In some season of your time

Teach her of the wonder-workings
To the world you navigate

Wonder then, aloud, fine sir
“Her grace, how might I hold?”