Truth in Love

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How many times, the truth
Needing to offer it to me, they
Afraid
Unwilling

Believing
Falsely
That bruising the kind reed of me
A mortal sin to them

And so slayed me unbeknownst
In untold anguish
Silence!
A most unkind kindness

Arid

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There’ll be none arid air I’ll let affect me

No multitasked error

I’ll allow to occlude the big sky destination I am

No other option exceeds the sugar sweet horizon brushing softly ‘gainst these shoulders

Sing what song of loyalty you will, for I watch your walk

These ears know perfect pitch

These feet know fertile ground

Launch

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A resounding “Atta Girl!”
He proclaimed today
Looking East from the mountains
He saw I’d be okay

In his Rocky Mountain drawl
He quothed from afar
Calling out to let me know
He saw a still rock star

Original Thought Credit: “So What” A song by Pink

Fire To Firmament

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These shoes fit me painfully perfect, I’ve learned
So I walk in them willingly

The right height for to carry me
I keep watch above the clouds and toes tied to Mother Earth

My spirit bird, a Phoenix

Mythical and real
Charred from technicolor determination

To fly at all times toward the truth
To flit back and forth from fire to firmament

Naked Again

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Join me in this journey back
Hike this grandest path
Yoke again the insight
Of all the universe

Nevermind the cancer
Of grasping and regret
Shame yourself no more
For yesterday was young

Recollect the way you walked
Tending garden business
Buffet again at tables
Filled with faithfulness

Be aware of why and how
To cultivate good truth
Never let the stranger speak
Of technicality

miracle heart transplant

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there is no Noah-gene abounding of me

no spin of the wheel offering another lifespan allowance equal to what you’ve long since spent

in silence, find truth

there is no infinite number of star-filled skies

no take-backs or do-overs, despite my shouts of forgiveness and this miracle heart transplant

in truth, find silence

Fan Fiction

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My fingers, considering
Traveled across the spines
So many, so fine
Needing to feel
Some quality
Straight and narrow
Not papered over
Hard-core

Look at You, there
But out of circulation
Not knowing why
I take you
From the forbidden shelf
Give you my time
Forget to return you
No care for the fine

Dissection

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My soul the General
Directing a blood battle

Commanding legions of voices in my head
Take no prisoners!

A Civil dissection upon shared territory
Pitting brother truth against father lies 

War already won
But war is hell, and this battle, more so

My aristocratic hands, hard evidence
My afire body, further proof

I’m fireproof and unquenchable
A knifesman and blacksmith to the bone