Aspect
in the circular
silence
of our lives
we return
and away
are the massive
amounts
of consumption
our mind and body
did wallow
and it matters not
those things
those blistering things
that kept you
hemmed in
and you see
the sun
break through
the gray
and change
the direction
of your eye
from ground
to sky
an ancestral
tribe
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Suicide
lack of love
is that
the trigger
that took him
before He could
lack of love
is that
the pill
that took her
before He could
lack of love
is that
the reason
for the letter left
lack of love
is that
the reason
for no words
lack of love
did no one see
the pain
welled within
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To Night
i believe
He in Heaven
weeps for we
for the you in me
and the me in you
that somewhere
rain is falling
all around
the world
and some
are drowning
in such sorrow
for what
would have been
their tomorrow
TL
Depends
some girls
want diamond
rings
and pretty things
picture places
wrinkle erasers
some girls
want bars of gold
and fast cars
bottles of booze
warm body, anybody
some girls
want a smooth line
gets ‘em every time
miles of smiles
tattoos “love you”
some girls
want Friday nights
and glitzy lights
casino fights
liqueur laughter
some girls
want happily-ever-after
and white knights
royal weddings
a pink palace
that’s what
some girls want
for me
it was always
something real
like the moon at midnight
all those stars
sun sipping the sea
bird on the breeze
an old oak tree
rain on my skin
bathing within
unpicked roses
message in a bottle
fresh cut grass
lying on your back
shaping clouds
aimless acres
rushing water
untouched snow
songs you can’t let go
falling in love
a good book
an empty pew
a second glance
slow, slow dance
bit of romance
intensity
that’s just me
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Streets
headed home
stopped at a 4-lane
looking at lights
and a young man
appears
crossed the street
and stood at my window
his eyes soft and sad
mumbled something
his breath a bottle
“Mama, who was that man?”
and as we watched him
disappear into the night
I looked at her
in my rearview mirror
and just said,
“someone who needs
a prayer”
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In Life
to admit
you’re wrong
makes it right
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The Game
and the ball’s
back in Alabama
where Saban
was a fan …
“bout had a heart attack”
and you
marvel at greatness
wherever, whenever
and wonder
at its shape
its cut
its line
wonder
how to define
for always
when you win
anything
worth winning
you lose
something
in return
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