sad truth
hungers for more
listening to words speak
heart pounding telling all her thoughts
listen
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sad truth
hungers for more
listening to words speak
heart pounding telling all her thoughts
listen
listen
to a story
maybe you may believe—
my dog got wed to a lady skunk—
won't hunt...
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won't hunt
can't bunt, fall back
and pitch hit for those who
can't even get into the game
empty
empty
is the tank of
the car abandoned by
the side of the road, passengers
all gone
all gone
is what he said
as he lifted his plate
a chubby smile with four white teeth
gleaming
gleaming,
dreaming, scheming...
visions fleeing...repeat-
ing with me....keeping time in slow
motion.
motion
wraps around us,
a gossamer cloak so
fine we almost fail to see it
moving
moving
within stillness...
attention drawn to the
smallness within a landscape of
stark white.
stark white—
black, yellow, brown,
red, olive, tan, mixed—
not a painting, human nations,
skin tones…
skin tones
quietly merge
humanity's colours
blend together...the many joined
as one.
as one
we will become
mute with shock...entangled
in egotism we shall end
as one
as one
bound by passion
twined in a warmth, a love
where death will not hover over
our dreams.
Our dreams
are as real as
the effort we put to
creating them in our own lives.
Dream big.
Dream Big.
soul's opiate
in borderless musings;
as hummingbirds feed on nectar;
live life.
Live life
because when all
is said and done have you
thought seriously of what else
there is?