Mind often makes a circuitous pilgrimage
Sliding down and going up the banisters of time
As I hear the grating sound of worn stairs behind
Memories come darting in and out of shadows
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I have emptied my heart into these pages
My pen has bled words in red
You can look straight into me
I have painted me as I am
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As the day ticks away into twilight dusk
The Sun in fathomless waters will plummet
The Earth will then wear an assassin's mask
This in endless succession shall repeat
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As the TV screen comes alive
With news of carnage and bloodshed
Gory tales of rape and molestation
Of manhandling and suicide
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My neighbor's little son is so smart
In a write up on Grandparents, he wrote
"They never seem to hurry,
Any time, can tell a story
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The baby sat joyfully on her lap
The mother on his tender thighs did tap
It tickled the boy to laugh and laugh
He was just one and a half
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Thoughts explode in my brain
Like fireworks…..
How I want them to come out in words
And fall in line
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Each time I feel I am growing old
And directly or indirectly of it, I am told,
I tell myself-‘What is gone cannot be retrieved'
Though to me, old has ever been and always gold
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The stream glides down gurgling
Listen to its sweet refrain
Put down smothering blues brewing
Cast away all throttling pain
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