The same old lines minted new
Tantalising in the pulse of black on white
An unexpected Spring shower, cascading through
The waiting chalboard of his mind
The same old lies come again
But this time better, heavy with reality
Proof against the shadows of future pain
Guiltless, shaped to his hearthole's missing piece
He falls like a raindrop every time
To sweet scents of promise in the waiting breeze
Somehow surprised again to find
A painful ground. Repentance on bleeding knees.
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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