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Weakness (Haiku)

Under this street lightpouring down rain in the coldalone, and done wrong

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Ash To Dust

i look, turn around, and see your facethen, it falls away like dustlike a living dreamnot even yours in the first placeso, I keep walking along staring at the groundtrying harder to recall what’s left of the vision I have of youonly time has started to begin to fade the pictureeven though my heart has […]

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My Heart in a Bottle

Like a bottle in a vast ocean…I’m driftingfurther and further from your beautiful shore, I floatmy body breaking against violent waveswhich pull me far far from the horizonalone, I wade, no one around to hear mefor the longest days…the darkest of nights,Oh, how I’ve prayed to be rescuedpulled ashore only by your handchipped and weatheredmost […]

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From Dark

I walked in the shadowsbefore I knew any lightashamed, guilty, and full of regretmy only out was running toward the darkwhere I belongedthere, to slither between mistake after mistakeand masquerade with a beating heartthe scene, was set in rhythm and sweatpeople would stare, stare straight through meI wanted it…I deserved itnobody allowed to peek beyond […]

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What Does it Call For Tomorrow?

The ocean called out for me todayit’s salt carried to my lips by a piercing winda message kept from a childhood forgotten

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Bar Keep

When I turned that key, the night was finally overIt wasn’t easy, they threw a few fistsMad that the ale had dried up Now, in the calm of being left aloneI would start with the ashesdumping out another one of those “greatest nights ever”

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Like I Wasn’t Even There

Sure, the memoriesBut, the smell, the taste, the touch,All still left to make believeI miss…The very startOpening characters, scene oneGreener grass, the bluest skies, salty oceanThat street light at night where I would measure my shadow to the tip of the moonThose flaked fences, whiteA particular damp night sky that I loved and haven’t smelt […]

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Bike Writer # 33 – Rejuvenate Your Inside By Going Outside

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. – John Lubbock

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Bike Writer # 24 – To and From the Soul!!

The farther I travel, the closer I am to myself. – Andrew McCarthy 

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Bike Writer # 23 -It’s Good to be Alive!!

Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue. – John Muir

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