like silk

words, like silk, flow from your lips

mine, a little garbled, as I shoot from the hip

the meaning is clear, what can I say

the kiss is sweet, before you walk away

winters gray wall, a chill in the air

embers heat warmly, so we don't care

city lights at twilight, from frosted window panes

while love moves onward, with the same refrain

it all comes down to the balancing act

keeping it steady, dealing in facts

all the ghosts, quietly packed away

as the sun rises bright, on yet another day

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a poet

from the words of a poet

with words no one will hear

the magnatude of silence

the music not revered

the voice a little flat

and misses ecery note

but still it keeps on singing

but that was all he wrote

the nightngale is silent

the coyotes just won't howl

the saguaro doesn't listen

to what was here and now

he still keeps up the lyric

to a song that makes no sense

you should have left much sooner

to all that you held hense

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shadows

loves old song

that's no longer sung

once bound together

now frayed and undone

shadows flee the sunlight

and moonlight causes unrest

you wonder in the mountains

the place you loved the best

beauty weaves a pattern

now in your heart enshrined

where once you had forever

now never comes to mind

with further complicaton, 

you advance your one last pawn

a night of revelation

evaporates in dawn

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frayed

a fractured country

a flag that is tattered

youth that's forsaken

and don't seem to matter

adults who have fallen

on hard times and strife

overdose on ignorance

and give up their life

looking back with their sadness

tired ideas, values misspoken

no money for a ride

with their valueless tokens

lackluster thoughts

on too many crimes

so blows the wind

on uncertain times

as skeletons abound

and wander this land

a truth that's forsaken

in administered plans

a frayed flag still proudly

waves in the breeze

over the land of misguided

in a fractured country

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