Love and Pain

Does love breed pain? Or is it the other way around? Can love truly exist, If a pained soul cannot be found?   Is the pain of loving, Both humans and animals alike, Is it worth it, Worth the struggle and fight?   If the pain was intolerable, Did you really ever love at all? […]

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It’s like a wave crashing upon you, Where the sea meets beachhead sand, Except the water runs cold, runs through, And no one around to offer you a hand.   Like rolling waves ushering in a storm, These waves crash in a never ending cycle, Washing and eroding away the coastal form.   The waves […]

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On A Lonely Pier

On a lonely pier by the bay, I watch you sailing away, Carried along by a hateful breeze, Tortured to sail this endless sea, I can only hope, stay, and pray, That you’ll return to land some day.   And I’ll be waiting to welcome you ashore, Friend.

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Return of the Jovian King

I have returned. The blogging hat is tightly fitted upon my young, balding head once again. And it seems the episode of possible depression I was suffering from is subsiding substantially as I write this in preperation for posting on August 1st. To herald my return, I have a jovial poem for you, my wonderful […]

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When I’m One Hundred

I feel like I’m boring, uninteresting, No one cares to hear what I have to say, And it’s easy to ignore me when I’m texting, Maybe I get a few messages, or none, at the end of the day, No one wants to have a long talk anymore, I must be too bothersome, annoying, I […]

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Where Did All The Flowers Go?

Red, pink, and white blossoms by the island fence, Don’t touch their thorns, it’s common sense, Dropped blood doesn’t make the grass grow, Where did all the pretty roses go?   A sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, Large, yellow, flowery faces reaching way up high, Staring down the sun ’til it’s time […]

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Quiet Little Boy

That little boy seldom speaks, He’s such a quiet little boy, That little boy is rather meek, He’s such a good little boy.   Not a word, not a sound, A book in his hands, Not moving around, Simply reading, in a trance, His iconic stance, Reading on the ground.   Where did that quiet […]

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June 6th

Today is a day that brave men, Stormed bloody beaches, lives sold. Today is a day a little girl, Ignorant in youth, turned 2 years old.   Those men have long disappeared, Into the abyss of darkness, That little girl grew old, Two months ago, she found bliss.

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Rain Today

It’s supposed to rain today, Lightning and claps of thunder, Shaman dance to keep the rain at bay, I can’t have this day torn asunder.   The ghostly haunting grounds, Where old bones lie and sleep, Cannot be flooded bound to bound, Otherwise, I’ll just quietly weep…  

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Moving On

Soon, reality will come crashing down, The gravity of it all sucking me in, Into an ocean to choke and drown, Coming face to face with terrible sin.   An action shall be taken, At the bones’ new haunt, My final words shall be spoken, These memories shall no longer taunt.

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