The mirror splits, shattering the myth of who you think you are, shards of self-reflection scattered across the floor. Each sliver, a truth, biting and…
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Not all upgrades are a welcome sight, For many don’t enhance or truly prove; Yet status quo might yield a different light, When deemed “a…
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Glowing by the moonlight pallor Are the circles of coyote eyes Hovering above ground – pair by pair – Wandering like restless sprights Seeking for…
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eight doves on a wire together friends on bar stools
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About me I am somebody special That was made By my father With his holy hands A long time ago And also along Time ago…
Leave a CommentBeleza pura Is the nature That my Father Had made with His holy hands Before he made The human beings Here on earth And after…
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A barely audible creak greeted me As I entered this still unfamiliar place. His figure approached, step by step, slowly, Aged and wizened, his steps…
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Let me draw a hummingbird, Roshi Let me draw you the birds drinking from the flower They fly flower to flower But they aren’t blooming…
1 CommentIn Kilmarnock’s print, a treasure lies, A first edition, where history sighs, From eighteen eighty-six, its verses flow, Robert Burns’ heart, in dialect aglow. Poems…
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There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen. It whispers in the rustle of leaves, In the pause between a heartbeat, In the quiet…
Leave a CommentWith morning light, a spark ignites, A scoop of kratom sets things right. Energy blooms, a steady rise, As focus sharpens, spirit flies. In the…
Leave a CommentFlashes of the man I once was, often come and go. Unable to hang on to him, because of things I know. Father, Brother, son…
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The truth, a mirror so clear and deep, Where shadows hide, where secrets sleep. It calls to us, like winds through trees, Whispering softly, “Come,…
Leave a CommentBooks gather dust in closed rooms, their spines like stiffened backs, knowledge locked in pages, curled tight like fists. All it takes is the crack…
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being an unlit candle an unlit match stick will surely not suffice neither the twain shall meet unless you strike one the other remains and…
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1 CommentIf you don’t feel the joy when they rise When your friend’s success shines bright in the skies, Then what bond do you hold, what…
Leave a CommentA known quantity bereft of quality; a name of little beyond its letters, by road’s shoulder perhaps guide to openly weep a slippery slope of…
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3 CommentsI have dreams, Here come the routines Now I’ve seen all that I missed Life is parts, I fear That’s the part I…
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