How have you not left meafter all the trouble I've caused.Run into another's gentle hand to to start a new diary by the window. Gone with other books or pads. Gone like the lead marks in my notes. Flowed into a stationary for fresh pages and clean lines not riddled with errors. Somehow you continue … Continue reading The Pen and I
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Memoir
As a youth, I realized a few things about life. Being an adult is difficult Each distinct street triggers arrows of movement. Glutted alleys of clashes consume cars of choices. Untidy avenues with rusty dented doors smeared beneath blue paint stand by shuffling feet gone awry. Everyday you must try; move a few yards forward … Continue reading Memoir
Chilly Winter
Hanging sun,staring downfollowing your travels.Hugging rays offer warmth on a brisk winter's evening;You choose to stay cool,casual, with a cloudy smile of "friendship".A hesitant message birthed by gray fogsbut delivered by twisting winds within your house.The moon will rise soonshadows will shift somewhere else. Forcing tides to wipe the land clean.
Remorse
Today I type. The act of deceitful stories has forced my lead pencil down. Omitted tales during key scenes; some of day and others of night returned drippingwords at duskto etch adverbs into a screen. It caused longmonologs that stirred doubts, then deletes. Things have continued as before but it isn't the same. AG
Conference Call
We will proceed, only after an internal council has convened, debated and suggested a resolution. Once my senatus have pulled out their steel chairs and taken their grooved plush seats, making this meeting official. The usual suspects are there, forming a murmuring round table of misfits, fools and opinionated intellectuals. Conviction will strike twice … Continue reading Conference Call
Heavier than iron
'Till this day, I am still sailing without lighthouses. All this digital information at my fingers but none of it cures my seizing illness as I hurl off the bow. Every morning I rock and roll out of a pitched bed, like the scuffed baseball ready to be tossed into fans. Red stitching worn and … Continue reading Heavier than iron
Long Term
Lets look down the road Past the traffic and people That path will be ours AG
Spark
Awake from slumber Greet your sunrise with a smile Place ink on a page AG
Maybe Not
What are you seeking, that you have untethered us like a lost Playland yellow kiss separated from a hive left me riding an empty merry-go-round alone in the dark Maybe this should have been unhurried or it wasn’t to be black seeds consumed by a stubborn bird pecking at our trunk stunting us before … Continue reading Maybe Not
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