Quiet Wins

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I’m promising her I’ll notice

The grains of sand
One by one falling away

The fog, that had cooled her head
Rolling back, uncool, after all

The once-silent roar
The power regained

Now since she’s picked up her mat

Night Crazies

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I’ve seen the future
It’s waking up alone
10:42pm
A smart screen left-untouched
Too long
Stream now gone dark

You forsook that post-dusk walk
Too alone
But for that cat
Third one, now
Avoiding you politely
Crazy like the others

Universe Adjust

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Who’s not been here before
This wist-filled den
Tucked far too far from the sanctuary a full heart holds
Green grass growin’ somewhere else
Front porch swing still
Once again
Happy eyes in those old photos
Haunting now
Hurling anger and anguish and gnashing of teeth to the heavens
So the universe may adjust

My You

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This is my why
Forever the reason why
I wanted
I wanted us

Light
Together
Nights together
As Together People do

The hour didn’t matter
Just when midnite rolled around
I could reach and humbly find
My You

Great Work

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Mathematician, my friend
My sage alchemist
Tabulate the many minutes
The mystic-filled chances, made of pure gold
In all of the days, but keenly, the nights
That you’ve left my clean heart alone
Moments ago, you were more than this
Now, I’ve run the table
I own what you seek
Knowledge, my darling, to cast my own crown
Black diamonds
My secret
Decode

Time Stealers

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Thieving we were
Taking back, actually
All the sea had thieved from us

Putting away demanded perfection
This time
Substituting with the misshapen

Summer shoes gone now
We, walking away
Our crime ‘gainst the dark, to pray

Peace Signs

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Oh, air
Be the mouthpiece
Speak trouble to trouble
Love to love

Circle round treetops
Salute the sun
Bid the grey-skies goodbye
Fill up the space inside our lungs forcing the silence to sing

Lovesongs again

Burst through perceived blockades
Hasten our footsteps back home

Her Elijah

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Who am I if I
Cannot command the clouds
In this
Her hour of need, and summon from them
A hopeful down pouring
A covenant flood
While she, full of sorrow
Knows, at present, only drought?