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Mama's Love

She would come and wake us early and we'd roll out of bed, 
Cook a little breakfast and brush our sleepy heads. 

Then walk us down the driveway to wait on that old bus, 
And once She'd seen we boarded she'd wave at all of us. 

Then she'd wash the dishes, Stoke the fire, and make up all 5 beds,
go and feed the chickens while looking for some eggs.
 
Times were hard back then and I've come to realize, 
Is I probably would not have made it.
 But for the love in Mommas eyes.

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Papaw's Day

He'd rise every morning and put on his overalls.
Kiss the cook,sit at the table, and look at all there was to offer. 

Then he'd break the biscuit pour the gravy have some bacon and some eggs,
 pour the coffee that was so hot and sip it from his saucer.

 And when the meal was over he'd head out to the shed 
to make something with his hands from a pattern in his head. 

Then he'd take a break have a chew and spit it in an can. All the while humming a song with a hammer in his hand. - Papaws day.

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Altered State

In an altered state.
 I reached out to you.
Your response was better understood
with closed eyes and nodded head.
You taught me of protest and laughter.
Of fear and loneliness.
 
A Mothers love 
in times of destruction.
The forlorn cries of a lover never to return;
Wishing they were there to comfort me 
in my state of numbness.

We still speak often;
I on this lonely rock of 
stone. And you up there 
lonely in the dark
waiting for companions 
in your lunar home.

Maybe one day we will meet
in the flesh.
When I leave this cruel world
and say goodbye.

Until then I will hear your voice
bending each ear with your sweet,
almost mythical words.

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Nicotine and Diesel

Face well worn, Graying hair,
Marlboro in his mouth.

Clay-dirt boots, dusty hat,
Bologna from a sack.

Tastes of nicotine and diesel,
he can’t spit it out.

The old man makes his living 
on a caterpillars back.

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My Best Friend

You share my morning coffee
Tell me the evening news.
While shopping for the best deal
on a pair of shoes.
Keeping me informed 
of Family and Friends.
My little sister Lisa and
my older brother Ben.
How I lived before you
I'll never understand.
You glowing screen of 
beauty you are my true
best friend.

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Ebt Blues

I saw the sign said 
"20 items or less"
So I jump in it ready 
to get out of this mess. 

When the couple in 
front tries to pay 
with cash.
They get a 
lesson on how 
debit is fast.

Then comes the lady 
next in line, with a 
cart full of junk food 
and a little kid crying.
 
She unloads the cart 
while texting someone
There goes Item 30 then 31.

  
"Was that my daddy"
Mom says yes, 
"He's trying to 
explain why I aint 
got my check"

The girl says I love 
him with all of my 
heart. Mom says 
"Whatever" as she 
unloads the cart.

I stopped count at 
33 and heard the cashier ask 
what form of 
payment will it be?

The lady says 
nothing,bags her last frozen pizza.
"And I say to myself 
what a wierd 
looking visa"?

She then swiped it 
twice and typed in a number 
"And said is it the first? 
I can never remember".
  
I'd been waiting so
long my family was lonely
Whole lot of trouble for 
 milk and baloney.

Maybe this store should 
consider more people like me,
And dedicate a line to just EBT?

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Mamaw's Biscuits

I remember waking early
                      to watch her make the dough.
                      A little of this, a lot of that, 
                      a recipe only she would know. 
                      Then she'd roll them flat, cut them out,
                      and in the stove they'd go.
                      Only minutes later would 
                      come the best things in life I've known..  
                                  Mamaw's Biscuits.

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Melted Pride

I pulled the trigger. 
You melted in my hands.
Flowing like silver lava,
As hot as dragons breath.

You taught me many things.
How patience is a virtue,
Timing is everything,
And in life you will get burnt.

I stayed with you
 Blinded by you power.
Breathing your breath.
Standing strong and 
guiding you.

 Alas, with all true loves
 it had to end.
No fault of yours,
or even mine.

I still carry the marks
you left like some sort of 
fallen warrior.
But they only remind 
of pride not of pain.

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Love Unwanted

You came from nowhere;
Knocking me from my feet.
Disturbing my thoughts,
Leaving me in a broken pile.

Thinking it only a meeting of chance;
Blindly ignoring your flirtations, 
I hoped you were gone. 

But you returned;
Making me your puppet,
Lips bloodied and tongue ravaged
from your kiss of vengeance.

I've tried to leave
Many,many times.
But still you linger.


And I lose my mind 
in small pieces,
Hoping only to forget my life
before you loved me.

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Poor Boy Winter

Cracks in the floor,
filled with old cardboard.

Plastic on the windows,
blankets on the doors.

Newspaper on the plumbing,
wood stacked by the stove.

Preparing for the winter,
when I was just a boy.