When one is tired, low of spark, they reach beneath the skin, the bark. Choose a focus, strong of will, move forward or be still
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In our land of OZ, the strings are pulled and curtains drawn. The man behind the shadow, yawns to be free.
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Coloured flowers, with their stalk, picked upon my walk. Beauty on the table seen - yellows, pinks and Greens
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The sea which I sail, is of the mind. Its expanse as wide & deep as any ocean. The experiences just as calm or rough as the wind blows
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Etched upon the landscape of my heart, is your soul like a footprint imprinted in time for all to see
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My head spins, lungs heavy, gasping for clean precious air of her, those moments necessary to breath again
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In the valley of the heart, richness grows tall and strong. But between, runs the river of life, treacherous, with rapids unseen
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Sometimes I don't understand, she confuses me, she hurts me, without meaning. I try, but she hides, she smiles, she’s sad. I can only wait
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My heart aches when I think of her. Laughter, life, pain, moments long ago. Thoughts and talks, good and bad, it's become a blur
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woke tired, edgy, & out of sorts; my belly swam about & frothed. Mind a whirl of thoughts. The day began, twisted and in knots
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One day I woke, my head was gone, somewhere in the clouds. Lightening, struck, then thunderstorms, unlike my usual norm -wine
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The clouds are dark, rain is near. My heart is closing this I fear. Yet up ahead I see a light, my love is standing, ever bright
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Cicada, shrill and droning, after dark, transparent as his wings do hark. I to, vibrate as do you, my love, after dark
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A little boy, a stick or 2, some bubblegum upon his shoe. A clean & supple mind does he, but then when he turns 17, oi!
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Sadness in this field of grey, between the ears the bellows and the bays: the steady and the stay. The mind at play
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Upon the morn I hear a song, a bird or two or three. Beauty little flying things, which I think just sing for me
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