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Tucker
Be careful, Wildman
I’ll be forced to speak
A hello from my lips
You’ll be forced to hear
A smite upon your charm
Reminding these merged minds
That you strolled away
Your big words failed a love
Your wielded strength a boon
For broken hearts and homes
Original Thought Credit: “…they should’ve behaved better.” -Anne Lamott
Helping Her Go (6)
“You made it this far
Wonder, man…wandering now
Stop. Push her beyond”
Always these words
Never these feet
Victor’s conscience never bothered him, though
You came here to help her
You came here to fall
For Her
Did you not?
Let’s learn if between the two of you
There is enough grit to start
To fuel an industry
“It IS my business,” Cressida thought
Suddenly
Randomly
And it bothered her so
Come Truer
We didn’t want to know her
We wanted to be her
Certain we were her, we danced
Amidst the flames of our heart, we danced
Weaving, as dreamers do
Our story with yours
We picked up the pen
With aching hands, but ink anew
We stayed still, in Once-Upon-a-Time fashion
Hoping to make the one day we’d meet
The happy afterall
Come truer
The Book and I
Name what it’s called when you cannot help but
Address each and every creature and the
City of emotions that washes over you, leaving you in a
State of awe? And, for those who feel
Zip? What do you call them?
Posture: A Haiku
Leather bound notebook
It asks me to write of fear
I’ll not waste the ink
My Heart: A Haiku
You are not finished
You have your name to give, here
Please don’t stay away
We Sleuth
Whether ink or lead
Or in aerosoled hue
I own thee, my friend
Placed my mark upon you
It’s your fault, inspirer
You’ve caused my daydream
Your borderless pages
From which you Love-scream
Never stop speaking
Such fanciful truth
I fight with you, write with you
Together we sleuth
(Original Thought Credit:
“Books make excellent companions.”
-James Howe)
Jimmy
This one standing always tall
Forged metal
To help the unheard
Be heard
My soul, now willing and briefed
Speaks still
My pencil, my shutter
Your voice
Remembering
I look within and to the sky
With wonder
Why
I thought to leap
What
Had I to give
That had not before been
Properly pronounced
In such a way
That hearts could care
I care
Prison guard, freedom writer