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through thoughts of damp socks and shiny highways
my mind settles in its obscurity
behind the randomness and the uneveness
of life
seems all the worries pitter and patter like the rain does
if tomorrow comes with sunshine find me splashing all about the problematic puddles while spinning wildly through the streets
another set of soaking feet defeats the sweetness of this warmth
and although this street it holds just me falling beads they reek of scorn
beneath the shelter of a barren tree indeed… Continue

to be planned
the benefit of chance
to be nourished
to feel the love it takes to live
and to be whole

to adventure
to be born
to cry and then to breathe
to first open your eyes and see

to freely move
and to wonder
to be confused or to fall
under the mystery of sleep

to smile and to play
to crawl and later walk
learn to speak and then to talk
to express a need and to recieve
to understand it all repeats

to test your growing strength
to fail only to succeed
to understand the power that it brin… Continue

with steroids and drag queens
and catholic church rapings
my wonder escapes me
sensitive to the slightest of changes
the lack of sleep makes the days seem like dreams
the ones that I've already seen
our minds should be climbing and instead they are dancing
I gave you my right foot, you leant me your left
in circles we're spinning
a web of habit forming patterns
a morning coffee used to be just what id need
just as life mathematically swallows the pretty
if you've ever met joy
you too will know p… Continue

quick to my coat
notebook in hand
speech in my ears
and hope in my stance
with fog in the midnight air
and defeat on my face
the streets were empty
all over this state
sleep in a cage for which I haven't the key
as if calm were the candy taken from me.
amidst the circus of puppets
with their words left to keep
my worried mind burns too brightly for sleep

oil spill story
and sorry doesnt cut it
but its only what we make it out to be
to take a break from speaking
letting sunshine teach its lesson
lessen punishments for preaching out of line

punching time cards at the gas pump
thinking of my dirtied ocean
you'd hope by now we'd learn to stay inside

there's a thickness to the coat
that's warming up my soul
so sometimes it takes a bitter cold to grow

in the shadow of the groundhog
i was sleeping like a rock
oh the flowers in your hair have hit my… Continue