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Why do We Fight?
Clouds part and the setting sun burns the last rays into my eyes before disappearing behind the trees. Such balance as each of these systems, including my just sitting here, has a role. Finally the path I am on makes sense. Pieces from everywhere scattered to the wind are falling into place, and for the…
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Poem – Bullets in my Sky
My sky I built Hands bound Tight noose Vibrant blue Stretching forever My sky I built My life I built Mind controls Thoughts forgotten Bullet filled Piercing blow Shattered mirror Glass raining Outstretched arms Catching pieces Razors tearing Shreds gone I awake Palms wet Distant thoughts Cloudy memories Surrounding myself White sheet Please forgive My…
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Our Land First
Downtown, we run free under the streetlamps at each corner and intersection highlighting the one-way, the no u-turn, the merge the detour, the not open for business, the no parking the yes you can park, but please insert your money, the VIP parking only. We run free at the hours you tell us we can…