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Reality Drops

Reality drops
Like a stubbed Toe 
Unexpectedly 
Uncontrollably and sometimes close to a
Devastating fear of permanent failure
By thought
By course
By ability
Until we accept
Until we accept
And grin for the favor
Of the full torture of
Nature’s Reality
Again, and again...

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Standing Under St John's Bridge

Standing under St Johns Bridge, 
ships and boats hauling in, 
red and green lead the drive, 
dusk has framed another day. 
Gentle ripples,
hide Willamette's gold.
Pilgrims dreams are seen,
yet stay untold. 
Tales of expeditions past,
echo through this Gothic path. 
Cathedral arches standing tall. 
Copper green towers silhouette against cirrus sky. 
Whispering white clouds
settle deep among brilliant orange and yellow trees,
speckled in majestic evergreens.
Fertile soil sits with fallen rain,
preparing for the storms of wind and change.
Mosaic ridges guard centuries old meandering life.
Standing under St Johns Bridge.

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Defying Fate Conversation With a Friend

In my pocket
I don't cry as much as I used to
I'm well dimensioned 
If I'm not getting beaten
or I don't have to hear 
the Screaming
or the Crying
or the Yelling
I'm a lighter shade of brown
Expanding knowledge
Grass Meadows
Clear Water
Fish Swimming
A house of sky Blue with a Red barn
all trimmed in white
Hands holding supporting hands
I am told the light is brightening
leading to understanding
I am here to Create
They can not kill me
nor those who are open
to defying fate

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Happy Hour

Men cry into their beer and whisky
Hunched over at the bar,
Sometimes with lonely tears, or guilty emotion.
Peering out from behind baseball caps or cowboy hats,
They aimlessly search for a reason or an excuse.
If they can hold their liquor, they can stay,
Until they weep out loud, or start a fight.
The real tough ones smile and bid everyone farewell,
And say things like, “I’ll see ya tomorrow” or “take care”
Until the day they find hope or die.
Some may ask, “what happened to old what’s his name”,
Or, “where’s that guy who used to sit there?”
Some just order another drink.

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Sitting Beside Myself

My skin is getting old where it has weathered against the world
Yet, I sit comfortable with my soul at my side
Watching the past
From the view on my hill
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I laugh
With the tides 
Exposing jagged truths and embarrassing reality.
Still, the gentle Wind forgives
Sweeping in from the Great Sea
Blanketing the animals and the land
Smoothing the edges
Layering the heart like a pearl
Preparing to illuminate the spirit protected within.

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Tears of Pain

let the tears of pain sink deep, 
deep to the innocence of the soul. 
May that waterfall, give life to the 
untamed spirit found within. 
Allow the rebirth to raise you up 
and free you from the chains that bind you to the everyday, 
but do not forget the tears, 
they are the beginning not the end

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Hero

I used to think I was a super hero

I could move water in the shower

I figured it was just a matter of time

and my powers would increase

and I wouldn't be so helpless

and I would be able to change 

the pain

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Passing Through Ilwaco

Passing through Ilwaco, I was looking for a taco,
I met a girl named Rita all the same.
She took me down the coast, till I burnt her morning toast, she left me with a dollar and my name.

Moved into Astoria, I met a girl named Gloria, she liked the drink and all the legal weed. As they say in Goonie town, some funky  all went down, I sold my boat then I had to leave.

I made it down to Netard Bay, met a friend named Ely May, found a place, thought that's where I'd stay. Her baby daddy came to town I lost a tooth with my last gold crown picked it up then walked into the day.

Pacific city I found luck
There were no names, but holly F*#k
I remember the face,
She taught me things, and that's all I have to say

I was pondering the Meadow breeze
When a pretty girl named Louise
Grabbed me tight
And we sure fell in love
Now wet got a corner store
I'm not traveling nomore
Now we fish as long as we please.

Sittin on the Oregon shore
I ain't got no cares no more
Life is what you get along the day
Sleeping in a secret spot
Sinking pots with buoyed knots
I won't live this dream any other way