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Alone. Screaming in agony
Out loud and also in my brain
Turn it off. Phase it out
GIve me something for the pain
Writhing under the sweat stained sheets
Trembling, shaking out of control
Can’t get up. Can’t make sense
How did this destroy my soul?
A slight lifeless turn to the right
The empty bedpan is filled once more
With the vitriol I’ve spewed
The disgusting mouth of a thought whore
Big H and smack are one in the same
You become a user and you get used
The tables turn quickly and when they do
The accuser becomes the accused.
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The season’s almost over
One game left to go
It was better than expected
Much worse than I had hoped
So many blown saves
For fans watching on TV
A walk off home run
For the opposing team
As the home team in our park
T-ball rules to shorten games
Speed wasn’t what first drew me in
Or the reason
I watched the game
in the first place
Ha! I said it
FIRST PLACE
The dream of spring
When life begins
But Spring was Summer
And now its passed
The season’s gone now
Much too fast
And I’m left wondering
If there’ll be
A season next year
For an older me.
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When I was just a very young boy
About six or maybe seven years old
I tortured my teacher in the classroom
By never doing what I was told.
They didn’t have any classification
At the time to put me in a box
It’s not so much that I hated to be there
I’m sure I was viewed as a young paradox
One day I remember oh so well
I probably drove her to an early drink
I got up from my desk and ran down the aisles
What was she to do? What was she to think?
She ordered me back to my seat right away
I’d already started. There was no way to stop
I ran up one aisle and back down another
My energy level just wouldn’t drop
And then I saw them, the fait accompli
The strings hanging down from the top of the blinds
They had to be pulled. I couldn’t resist.
My mother was called for a meeting of minds
Please come to school as soon as you can
Robby- yes that was my name when I was a boy
Is running up and down the aisles
Pulling Up the Venetian blinds as if his own toy
I don’t remember what happened next
My mother had her favorite wooden spoon
I doubt that she waited for Dad to get home
I was probably spanked that afternoon.
Even to this day I find it hard to sit still
My best thinking happens when I pace back and forth
If you ever find yourself on the phone talking to me
I’ll first pace to the south and then to the north.
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I never thought of Doug
as particularly intelligent
or interesting
And as he stood next to the fireplace
With a cigar in one hand
And a scotch in the other
He fumbled for words
Making feeble attempts to impress
But we knew better
the family and I
We knew of his past
His inability to keep
Both gainful employment
And wives
He seemed quite pitiful
when one by one everyone left
The room
Each using their own excuse
Some the restroom
The other a quite boring game of football
On the television
But anything was better than seeing Doug
And the massive success he had
In making himself a complete bore
It almost made me long for the isolation
Of the pandemic.
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Sunday morning came and went
I didn’t go to church again.
It wasn’t noticed by anyone
My soul, though, wonders
Where I’ve been.
In the shadows, lurking, hiding
Anonymity destroys community
Isolated from both the bread and cup
And, losing the wonder of the cross
And any sense of unity
And now the high definition pastor
Can be seen more clearly than ever
But I also see what needs to be done
Around this place and
my chores are a never-ending endeavor
My neighbor mowed his grass this week
Another beautiful distraction
To keep my thoughts away from You
Truth be told the virus is not the fault
for my seeming lack of passion
Fingers on the piano keyboard
Gently strike a quiet hymn
And whether in a crowded sanctuary
Or in my house all by myself
My imperfect worship still goes to Him
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I visited the dump today
For reasons unexplainable
I remember doing so
as a child
And seeing in amazement
The treasures that once
meant so much
Now tossed aside as litter
One had to travel up a road
Then down a steep ravine
Hidden far from
the constant reminder
Of what we have become
And the secrets that even our best friends
Have never ever seen
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