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The Next One Hundred Years

~Worked the mines like the men that came before me,
took the job from a man who went away to war.
Over time this desperate place would prove to be
a place from hell that was not worth fighting for.

The black lung took my father and his brother,
and it seemed that was the way it had to be,
but

Next Lifetime

My love,
I was loving you like the root of a sweet potato—
tied to the heart,
but never to the feelings.

Let’s meet again in another lifetime.
That time,
I’ll be the one to find you first,
and I’ll hold your hand
before the world can take you away.

feeling her grandma next to her

simple chords holding her music together in the form of a forgotten book
the cover hanging off. tied on by determination and love of music
simple cords, her grandmother used to say, make it easy to listen to
she was a patient loving woman who mastered a piano in every showroom

the torch had been passed, and Sophie was

Next step is death

I hold the blade In my hand
I’m better than this 
I’ll follow the plan

The cool metal against my fingers
I shouldn’t do this
Yet the temptation lingers

But how else does the aching go away?
I have to do this
I know ill pay

I pick a place for a new scar
I want to do this
I didn’t get far

A deep red

For My Next Purchase

you can keep the toke and the smoke
I am here for the freshly baked sweet
just a common, ordinary, sugar-loving folk
I adore this cream filled donut-like treat

others come in and out, but I hear them not
I do not care about gas or the mood-changing weed
completely immersed in the delicacy I just bought
For my next purchase I’ll

My next verse, too, was not a great hit

My next verse, too, was not a great hit.
And that ain't even the half of it.
They said, "You call yourself a poet?"
"I never did! I'm not! I know it!"
"With crap like this, you really show it."

The Next Big Thing

Every time I see your face
My heart leaps in my chest 
And when perchance you wink at me?
Here's what happens next...

It's something like an atom bomb
A stick of TNT
All at once, explosions 
Go off inside of me

No one's ever done this,
Had this effect before
Can you conceive what it'd be like
If we both had the more?

Unpublished

next summer

Do you think we could fall in love again next summer?
Like a warm breeze that swiftly moves through the seasons embracing for the cold winter ahead.
We would sit among dewy grass blades and walk along the chilled sand from a secluded beach as the moon rises.
Splash and swim around in chilly water.
Lay between wildflowers and

Next Generation

Alas! Alas!
Season near past…
Age all but gone,
youth comes waddling
on our heels along: new lingo, with
movements, though awkward
youthfully strong – Alas! Alas!
Fogies must step aside~

gracefully-move-on….

Who's Next?

Shudder not, for it’s the language of Death.
Who’s next? —it asks
Going from house to house,
Both of marble and mud
It cares not
Nor fears man, rich or poor,
Warrior or coward,
Whose nest it visits,
His cold arms ready for embrace,
Ready to snatch
Life is just but one lugubrious journey
On sea or on land or on air,
Which must end with the

Summer Outgoing Next to Greet Fall

           Summer not gone, starting showers.
           Summer outgoing : Next to greet Fall :
           Rainy environ embowers.
        

Next, Next, Stop

Standing on a rusted platform,
I look towards the looming, tarnished steel clock,
Ticking away my final moments of existence.
Oceanic eyes swell with liquid salinity
As a hollowing whistle booms in the close distance.
The scent of petrol mingles with midnight paranoia.
Placing a shaking hand upon my vibrating chest,
I can detect the trembling of a trepidatious heart,
Whilst the monstrous

Will you be standing next to me

WILL YOU BE STANDING NEXT TO ME

When this world is finally done,
will you be standing next to me?
When all humans reside as one,
no violent colors left to see.

When every evil is all gone,
will you be standing next to me?
When nothings left to fight over,
will you still want to take what's mine?

When the wild beasts will

A Reply To Intact

Life span expires around 100
That final flash behind the brain dies fast —
If I could choose, I’d leave this fleeting land
Beside the man I love, my lifelong friend.

Yet fate is cruel; now I must live on,
As if the one I love has gone away,
Learning how to bear the restless storm,
From someone long lost in my

Next Move

Lots of ugly games come into our lives,
Bless your enemies but let hope rise.
Know what you don’t know, be wise and strong,
Rethink what you have - it might not belong.

Worship Him and find the next move’s way,
Make a choice - move on today. 
God cannot forget us, so trust His timing,
Our table awaits, His love

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