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Leaves in summer, full of passion, always flirt Roots in winter, compassionate, hold the dirt
“If it were not for our wrecks, the salvage yard would be empty.”
My Spirit is a path built in the Cascades. Tectonic plates. It adheres to a dream where I’ve floated above the trail, without pain, not worrying about the forest. The seasons stilled and the river is silent. In this sleep, my imagined body feels…
Happy Veterans Day (Dedicated to those who have managed long term relationships and to those who have survived the battlefield)
Being poetic can be accidental However, Being a poet is no accident
Feel free to make representations out of your own fiction. Be careful when you make representations of someone else’s truth.
Et Tu has been published.
When you’re young, You’re questioned “What are you going to do with your life?” When you’re old, You may still be questioning “What am I going to do with my life?” You are a stretch of Answers…… Done.
If guns are present tense and Hate is present tense, then The future is presently in tension If guns were past tense, and Hate was past tense, then The future will have progressed perfectly
When a belief is Devoid of love Then… We must question how A belief is loved Lest its passion Confuses conviction…. With hate
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