Bruce David Poems

I hear his moaning
But is it the churning
Or the turning
Of his soul?
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For those that fight the battle of 'never win'
And struggle beneath the crushing load of potent loss
I say, 'Cry! '
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Tonight I see 'em dance
Up on the wall
The Wall of death and distress
The War was hot
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Keeping the Main thing Primary


Does it work?
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What pain?
What thrill?
What cause?
or lust?
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I am sure the 'shoulds' have it
I am sure that they do
The 'coulds' and the 'cans'
Are not coming through
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Here and gone.
Now. Once.
Once is all
And precious.
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At dusk I gazed across vast ocean
Fading in granular twilight
Then..I realized that it was only
A single glistening tear dropp from Your eye
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Is the 'you' I see
The 'you' that's there?

There must have been
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There are inward wounds
And racing hearts
In those of us consumed by pain
That walk the street of sad retreat
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