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The long days spent languishing over someone else’s ideas and dreams leave me too worn out to visit my own. Is it some sort of humor that I don’t get? Memories of the times looking forward into the lights of the oncoming; I feel all those gone before, yet I'm still alone. The american dream, but unable to awaken yet. Bright eyes of children holding on to every word as though it may truly give insight, but deeper looks are required. A future set out, but the price is never fully explained. Elders sifting memories and garbage, trying to find what it was that they left behind - hungry, abandoned and tired. Somewhere a place must exist, where honesty is less strained. I’ve never learned to dance when I can’t hear the music that the band is playing; tho I wish I could. When I was younger I never thought it would be like this. When the day is done you dread holding those long conversations with your thoughts, but wish it would do some good. In this time of plenty, and yet so much emptiness.

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Date: 3/27/2022 12:06:00 PM
I love your poem, it speaks to my heart... , ‘Somewhere a place must exist, where honesty is less strained’.....I ask this question every day lately. Angie :)
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Angela Tune
Date: 3/27/2022 4:35:00 PM
I’ve just noticed You wrote this in 2006. And are you even still on here much? I’m taken aback how nothing had changed much and that was 16 years ago :(
Date: 3/26/2022 8:31:00 AM
hidden are all the things worthwhile, while push infront are those that confuse and doubt creating. nice write
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Date: 3/21/2022 11:38:00 PM
Time to infuse a bliss vivified current in consciousness! Deep write here, kevin
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Date: 3/20/2021 10:47:00 PM
Nice words, but so sad .
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kevin cummings
Date: 11/2/2021 7:10:00 AM
Mission accomplished. The purpose was to make people feel something. I pray that it nurtures a desire for hope and a brighter day.
Date: 3/17/2021 12:19:00 PM
Your poems say so much, Kevin. It is a sad world. I long for the days that are gone, and I don't know how to fix the days that are.
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kevin cummings
Date: 11/2/2021 7:11:00 AM
Ann, thank you for commenting. Solutions begin by recognizing that one is needed.
Date: 3/17/2021 11:07:00 AM
I think honesty is reserved for the very young and old. That’s why they relate so well to each other. There is a freedom that comes from not worrying what others think. In time I might achieve that state. A very good contemplative write. Welcome to the soup.
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kevin cummings
Date: 11/2/2021 7:12:00 AM
Thank you Richard. I have enjoyed contributing and reading others work - such as yours.
Date: 11/2/2020 6:33:00 PM
A brutally honest depiction of the shackles of american fallacy. Mentally damning. Soul crushing
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kevin cummings
Date: 11/4/2020 11:16:00 AM
Thank you Kyler. It continues to grab me each time I read it.
Date: 10/27/2011 8:48:00 AM
No one ever thought it would be like this when we were younger. And the place you seek, where honesty is less strained, is within and is spoken by your lines on a page. Well done.
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kevin cummings
Date: 2/8/2018 10:38:00 AM
Bob, thank you. Your support and insights are appreciated. Blessings