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Rolling Stone

I’d rather be a island float
than dance in a nation of thieves
I’d rather extricate all emotion’s growth than have you see me grieve
I’d rather have a day of rain
than hope for a searing ray
I’d rather witness blooms unfurl
with fruits in lavish green to stay
I’d rather be well known by others
than swallowed whole by unknown
I’d rather sport a genuine frown
with my brothers than don a smiling mask and crown
I’d much rather be built up with others
than suffer alone as a rolling stone

THOUGHTS TUMBLE

Hopeful thinking
tumbles astray
pokin’ in the dark
and fishing for the day
of relieving itself
from toil and pain
discard all worries
flush em’ down the drain
to rid the bowels
of conflict
and finally abstain
from suffering
Wishful thinking

FOR EARTH’S SAKE

Now who busted heaven’s roof?
Drained it of it’s celestial flakes?
Anyway, could we send it back?
Because we’ve had all that we can take.

RESPIRATORY BLESSINGS

Every breath,
I cherish
greatly.

Only the next,
is more precious
honestly.

It ever fills my chest,
rising, falling
effortlessly.

Catching newness
I’m blessed,
while exhaling a little
less of me.

 

Grieve but a moment

when loss is at hand.

It makes victory taste

that much sweeter.

 

SAVOR.

 

Dont’ take into account

how you fall,

but how you get up.

 

REBOUND.

 

 

 

 

LIFE SCIENCE

 

Game over.

Inhale the burn,

suffer the loss and remember the stench,

smell the agony of defeat.

Boy, do they stink.

 

But for every breath,

thereupon is the next.

Breath new life.

Breath deep.

Game on.

 

 

LOVE CHAMPION

 

 

Her voice,

sweet warm milk

came flowing,

in rich steady streams

of  soft clear waters

that kept me buoyed,

happily knowing

her inner being.

Until defeat

was complete,

and my heart

was won over

drifting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

the beauty is still in the air

 

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