victim of love

you tripped me

I fell HARD
gashing my heart

blood spills 

from a cool, white soul
pooling into grout lines

those that said,
I couldn't be caught
don't know for naught

another victim of love

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past places

last time I checked,  you were there
misery from transgressions collated
like a country song posted for all to see
wondering were they what you sang about

not me--I packed what I brought
not caring if it broke or not
I stowed it and moved on
dwelling in past places; bad for the soul

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hope floats

you flipped a switch that rang my chimes
not just once, but every time
in a world where this thing's rare
you said I was a dream and prayer

all I looked for I couldn't find
that one true thing I wished was mine
you looked hard and dated many
I'd be rich if each were a penny

that at least, is in our past
I fell hard and you fell fast
funny how it all works out
hope does float without a doubt

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sweet repast

it is not with sorrow, I pack it all away
tissued hope and mourning, for those long past days
no common ground to meet on--or for it to last
unsated dreams and longing without the sweet repast

it is not with anger that I can now look back
on a path not traveled and the aftermath
the music was once beautiful, to my ringing ears
a whisper of lost magic from when you were near

it is not with regret that I let it all go
the dreams still come as vignettes, with the lunar glow
no longer just a nightmare, no longer a whispered prayer
what stays in thick, dark shadows and was never really there

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Trojan

not a rubber sheath
a virus, invading space
intruding my stuff

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truths

I am a cheater
I thought my secret was safe
but the scale told all

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stone

blindly you stare
my words fall on deaf ears
the city rushes past
some stopping to gawk
others, oblivious
majestic you are
but still...blind and deaf

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a slew

all of this a constant refrain

 rolling around inside my brain
causing hurt and so much pain
I could tell you how I feel
you denying it was real

wrapped around my pain is you
telling me it's just not true
on and on I read them through
all the things you told me too
practiced on a chosen slew

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tabs

confused thoughts, too many at once
all tabs open in my brain
resolving one, 5 replace
the locusts, busy in my ear

quiet mornings, busy afternoons
sometimes, sleeping on the couch
at peace?? what is that exactly
maybe someday I'll know

inadvertently, I look up
many tasks still incomplete
you sit smiling at me
my world settles down
but not my heart!

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books

who would do this?
dog-eared pages
penned, underlining
torn, split binding 
watermarks (maybe tears?)

I appreciate you
how you smell
feel in my hands
expanding my mind
sometimes, reaching my soul

you are a treasure
a rainy day dream
a sunny day friend
keeping me warm at night
 
expanding my horizon

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born

not born a princess or a queen

not born to wealth or finer things

no silver spoons or golden chalice

not born into an age old palace

born from love and given strength

to get the things that I will need

I was given a strong and hard work ethic

making all life copasetic

I wouldn't trade for jewels or gold

or fairytales like I've been told

all I have, I've worked and strived

it's served me well for my whole life

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blessed

not just this day, that I give thanks...
for the love you give all year
the caring and giving that you bestow
supportive, nurturing always
you've got my back
no reason for a rearview mirror
any longer

yes, I give thanks every night
in my prayers
grateful for all I have
the bounties we share
as hand in hand we sleep
awakening to new gifts
we are truly blessed

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what people think

I don't care what people think
doesn't make me cry
push me to the brink
love me, hate me I don't care
it will not cause me
to despair

keep your problems, don't dump on me
stick them deep
where I can't see
I have worries of my own
I work them out
hitting them on stone

everyone won't be your friend
if you think this
it's the wrong trend
stick to those you know are true
everyone may not
be for you

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someone you use to know

I am someone you use to know
I was younger, but so were you
playing games, laughter and tears
a long, long while ago

time creeps in--a fact of life
some grow up, others don't
we grow tired, or just don't care
such is all, in times of strife

stalking happiness at any cost
stepping on feelings
apologize and move on
before all is once again-- lost

I am someone you use to know
you wouldn't recognize me
never asking the right questions
as I turned to go

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LOVE

for lack of a better or more meaningful word
I will have to use the centuries old one
"LOVE"
although it doesn't match the fire,
or the depth of my feelings,
the happiness and the fullness
of my life...
since you!

Yes, that old word will have to do
until someone makes up a new one
one that can encompass
every little nuance,
every little feeling,
every little thought,
that will wrap us up
with a bow on top

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now I know

 

 I didn't go away mad,

just stepped behind the iron curtain
from forefront to backstage
out of harms way

we talked of you
and you alone
all the while...
my heart pounded
then ceased to care

I used to be jealous of this "Grace" 
always mentioned
surely, an angel of mercy
never to be known

all the things I thought
wished for - that never came to be
a blessing in disguise
He knows what's best

now I know...
looking back on that brief memory
my future, the winning hand
an Ace high flush

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I still have one

I still have one
regardless of what some might think
tests prove it is in the right place

It grows bigger
taking on new ones around me
increasing the beats per second

yes, I still have one
I love how it feels right now
the way you pump through me

my heart is in the right place

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wonder

I've seen shadow rush the mountain
then beat a hasty retreat
countryside that's barren
or lush with beautiful green
saguaro filled with bird holes
or laden with many arms
eagles soaring in the clouds
relationships that harmed

I've seen things that made me wonder
miracles not figured out
myself--full of confidence
or loneliness and doubt 
casualties of marriage
death that came to quick
friends I once thought loyal
disappearing in the mist

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nothing to do with it

your religion is the outdoors
wind in face, throttle vibrating
life is good on a Victory
a bad boy with a good heart

my religion, a church of different faith
knowing right from wrong
pleasing those I love
"first, do no harm"

I see your faith
understand your commitment
He created the out of doors
creatures great and small

in my heart, I see it all
in my soul I feel you
hand in hand we walk a path
religion has nothing to do with it

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fun and games

it's all fun and games, my mama sighed
said to my back as I played outside
ever mindful; playing my games
red rover, red rover
as I called your name

never really thinking, what that phrase meant
running and jumping till the day was spent
trusting my friends; no hindsight needed
Marco Polo, Marco Polo
the wisdom never heeded

all grown up; learned to watch my back
I do keep score and I do keep track
it's not fun and games, you can lose your sight
Button, Button
my mama was  right

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here one minute

in the blink of an eye
all was lost
in October
with the first frost
my debts paid
with their high cost
no sleep comes
I toss and toss

here one minute
gone the next
the fallible memory
that has flexed
I'm not happy
nor am I vexed
I left a note
just read your text

like a junky,
on crystal meth
cheating life
while feeding death
I gave all
there's nothing left
I fought hard 
till my last breath

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going

going off the deep end 

going to extremes 

going for broke 

going the distance 

going crazy 

going long 

going places

going up and going down 

going - to future 

going over the top 

going Dutch 

going, going, gone 

going postal 

going home 

going away 

going stag 

going to hell in a handbag 

going aloft 

going straight 

going public 

going through the paces 

going for gold

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sailing, sailing

coffee delivered, our day embarks
on our patio, in the dark
planning how our day unravels
on the Pacific, where we now travel

the sun is rising but it's still cool
we knew this using a weather tool
packed just right, the clothes we need
wrapped in blankets while we read

Alaska, we have waited so long
to hear your pretty wilderness song
bears and whales and eagles too
in their habitat, not the zoo

I love to cruise, a perfect trip
vacations on a sailing ship
staterooms, staff, amenities
more stuff then you really need

together, we've seen many sights
during the day and ocean nights
sailing is the life for me
the Pacific or Atlantic seas
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make it a song

I tighten the cord, removing the slack
there's just no use to looking back
I did my best with all I had
view the good and toss the bad

were you surprised; I don't think so
too many times you turned to go
you departed just a little too slow
chance after chance you'd always blow

pretending I was oh so strong
it's been years since I've been gone
do you think it's been a too long?
put it to music and make it a song

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hissssss

I've seen snakes that walked upright 
instead of a quick crawl
biting when my back was turned
I didn't know at all

jealousy, burning deep inside
they just can't help themselves
a face in front and one behind
into your soul they delve

there are those you just can't trust
a friendly face portrayed
then when you expect it least
you found you've been betrayed

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