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Love in the Wind…

Our demons were meant to play together, but instead they fought,Instead of bringing us light, love and peace, darkness they brought. Our pasts were meant to erase each other, but instead they combined,They gave way to evil inside us, and … Continue reading

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At a Crossroad…

“Fine and dandy” do not meet, George Carlin called it, Now I’m feeling fine plenty but dandy not a even a bit! As I stand there at a crossroad, the hardest one I’ve ever yet seen, Trying to balance between … Continue reading

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My Heart… is a Balloon!

I can’t seem to find my words; it looks like they have run away from me, I squint, peer and then blink again: Where are they? I still can’t see, Oh how tight the chest feels when no words are … Continue reading

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Skimpy Supplies of Optimism

“What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.” Jean-Paul Sartre I have come to acknowledge the fact that life is more complicated than we’d like to believe it is. To … Continue reading

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Early Morning Blues

Puffy eyes don’t lie, Ever cried in your sleep? Waking up with a sigh, From an ache so damn deep! Bloated souls don’t rest, Plagued with a thousand hells, Burdens piled on your chest, Anger charging in your cells! Clawed … Continue reading

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Bitter Blow…

Picture By: Outlived A new low followed by memories of the bitter blow, I lay down across acres of horrid memory plains, Bedewed, bedimmed, besieged amongst a show, Of tearful clouds and ceaseless rains, To weep at my expiring glow… … Continue reading

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The Days of the Baggy Shorts!

Sometimes, I miss the old days: The days of the baggy shorts, those which I’d spend my time playing catch with the “boys” in the neighborhood with no real worries or concerns… I remember those days now and I wonder: … Continue reading

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