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Thanks

worried,
stressed,
tired,

unexpected,
tranced,
covered in blue, gray
traveled,
destined,

warmed,
eased,
Love

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The Why's We Ask

the why's we ask
come so often,
catching us off guard
and knocking us down,
we don't want to make a sound
for fear of disloyalty,
but there they are
the why's we ask

treat this world kind
and be rewarded,
rewards that perhaps
come another time,
when other's will be left with
the why's we ask

picking ourselves up
yet to see another love go down,
caring for them
we give it all,
leaving behind our own fears
shielding them with compassionate arms,
hoping not to face those fears
the why's we ask

disloyalty to him?
we do not know,
faith brought us here
to face the why's,
yet we aren't ready
praying every night,
love or perhaps loyalty
the why's we ask

time goes by
wrinkles appear
birds sing
wind blows
holding a love ones hand
you smile

the why's we ask

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Toll

life comes and goes
one must not know
memories of old 
rest with a toll

tugging, nagging
etching into the skull
knocking on the door
solicitation unknown

run, hide, bury them
leave them at rest
lock em away
but wait
they need no keys

stillness, that is it
not a peep
not a breathe
hush I say
you must not speak
they can hear you
feeding off the thumps
they chisel away

gasping for air
where has it gone
for one by one
they all come
following weathered trails
of long ago

powerless
often for hours
some for days
and others for years
wanting nothing more
but to pass this toll

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His Watch Ticks

traveling on a spinning world
never considering to slow,
he remains motionless
close to madness,
winding trails of the day
etching into his mind,
lights, words, sounds, 
asphalt, buildings, humans
trashing beyond capacity,
his watch ticks

endlessly avoiding them
he listens and sings,
yet moments short
consumed again,
these thoughts
seem to have no end,
his watch ticks

he tilts upwardly
eyes pointed blue,
filling his lungs
glimpsing at darkness,
luring those thoughts
to brighter places,
his watch ticks

victory at last
heart pounding faster,
he listens and sings
endless moments,
gazing in marvel
taken it all in,
lights, words, sounds, 
asphalt, buildings, humans
his watch ticks


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The Nut

quiet
look,
there he is,
looking gray and down
studying the earth
appearing to be wrapped in thoughts
remembering another one
he glances toward the road
the path for which he fears

hat chew!
startled
he swings around
fluid motion
turns to sudden stillness
desperately gasping for air
heart thumping loud
quiet heart
not too loud
for sound is not his friend
feeling the predator
watering his mouth

seconds drift
all hearts regulate,
he gently rotates
analyzing what he must have lost
for memories fade
always changing
perhaps his last breathe
hopefully,
not today

can he muster the strength
this is his chance
thoughts imprisoned
running swiftly, loudly
amongst his world
for which we embark upon
gliding gently down
backed by eyes of blue

thundering down to earth
stirring the onlookers
we adjust
still unaware
perhaps even without care
destination achieved

gathering his item
he stands tall
observing his exit
not noticing the onlookers
he quickly makes his farewell
safely and peacefully
the taste of victory 
fills his mouth
what a nut
we whisper in our minds

quiet
look,
there he is,
looking gray and down.

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