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Grey Area

The Truth of the matter
Amidst Lies getting fatter
Is that THIS will all shatter,
And one day we'll fall

We'll master Disaster
And crash that much faster
Our remains left scattered
In the Ruin of All

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James Marshall Goff

February 5, 2022 at 5:03 AM

Been 8 yrs now Chan, since you left us...just read such a lovely comment you left me on a poem in 2013, shortly before you gained a wider audience, miss you buddy...jimbo

Richard Lamoureux

March 12, 2018 at 12:01 AM

You still are touching people. You attained immortality through words and deeds.

Laura Breidenthal

March 10, 2018 at 6:46 AM

Still missing you, sweet Chan. Will never forget the sweetness you graced me with, whether it was through soupmails, or kind commentary on my work...you were my friend. I felt a true connection to your soul. I love you, Chan. Will see you soon enough...soon enough! Love always, Laura

Richard Lamoureux

March 11, 2018 at 11:59 PM

A lovely message Laura.

FJ Thomas

January 29, 2018 at 1:06 PM

...miss you Chan. I've lost the poem you wrote for me :( I will find it one day!

Cyndi Macmillan

August 23, 2017 at 8:41 PM

Miss you so much. I'm trying to be a better person. I almost heard you today, calling me "Miss Thing" in that lovely way, all those kind words. That's what I remember most about you... your overwhelming kindness. I know you are in a good place. You have to be.

Laura Breidenthal

August 17, 2015 at 6:48 PM

Miss you so so so much Chan.... love you to death hon, as you always used to say! Love always, Laura

Andrea Dietrich

November 8, 2014 at 9:45 AM

Chan, you have now passed on to the next life. I just learned this at Deb's blog. I feel sad that I did not know you better. I see this is your last poem. You are in a place now where you can see plainly the black and white. You have escaped the grief of this world. I know things were hard for you and I am saddened we did not get to see more of you before your death. Hope you are looking down and can read my remarks. Only the good die young, Chan, and you are an example of that.

Scott Thirtyseven

September 26, 2014 at 9:49 AM

A catchy write my friend.

Laura Breidenthal

September 24, 2014 at 5:12 PM

Very clever! I really enjoyed reading this poem. I hope you are doing well! Miss you! Always, Laura

Kelly Deschler

August 13, 2014 at 12:48 AM

The truth will always fight it's way free, and when it does we had better be ready for the aftermath.... I loved these wise words, BP! A terrific poem! :)