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The Dissonance

This is what I don’t understand How can I walk this out When I see no place to land? This is where I can’t comply My emotions inspire passion But my heart tends to lie I have to decide who I’m doing this for Is it me or is it Him? Is it “and” or…
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Not a Phase

How do you love me?Can you count the ways? The days?How long before I’m only a phase?Before you’re full of contempt and resent my teary face?Because life’s never been easyAnd people lack grace Do you really and truly love me?Do you have compassion to spare?Do you care?About my thoughts, my heartWould you ever even dare?Because…
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Rain Rain

Rain, rain Go away Don’t look back Another day Don’t lose sight Don’t demean It’s okay Just don’t retreat Let them win Let them spin Let it go Just let it skim Never to Retaliate My God alone Will vindicate – Written November 7, 2020 As corruption reveals itself in broad daylight
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Fear and Loathing

Some of my friends are so brave, but me? I’m afraid of everything. Physically, I’m afraid of heights. I hate roller coasters. I cry on Ferris wheels. I love to travel, but I’m actually afraid of flying. Emotionally/Mentally, I’m afraid of confrontations, and I’m utterly terrified of offending anyone. I’d much rather speak of pleasant…
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My Thanks to You

You inspire art in me Brighter than the brightest sea Whatever happens, good or bad My thanks to you Eternally -Written September 30, 2012 when I found a silver lining
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Being Vulnerable

Men are still an idol. So is food. Football (soccer) lurks. Music. Writing. Beauty. Drink (I might just need a drink after I process through all of this). Temptations of every kind draw near. I don’t like who I am when I’m too relaxed, too off-guard. That’s when things get dangerous for my heart. –…
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Spring Sun Rising

This is how I feel: a spring sun rising over a cold, winter sky. It’s been a long, dark night, but dawn is approaching….
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Chroma

chroma (n) – from the Greek word khrōma; the purity of color, its freedom from white or gray; the intensity of a distinctive hue. I sit here and stare and readEyes burning from this screenOr is it from the rivers flowing down both of my cheeks?Confusion settles inLike cementLike sinking down into a dark abyss–why…
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Beauty for Ashes

Those who sow with tearsWill reap with songs of joyThose who go out weepingShall return and shall enjoyThey’re carrying their sheaves with themThey’re carrying a songThe pain is gone foreverAnd they’re singing all day long Mourning turns to dancingDepression turns to songHe takes the old and broken thingsAnd breaks them ’til they’re strongAshes turn to…
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Vanishing Act

HelloHow’s it going?It’s been far too very longI’ve been practicing my melodyAnd singing a new songSalut etCoucouI’ve been waiting for a timeIt’s good to see you once againIt’s good to see you smileWaitPlease don’t goFriend, we’ve hardly talked at allYou’ve hardly said a word Or a sentence, big or smallYou’ve barely said a thing —…
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