You have chosen your rack
and put me in mine
Labelled and corked and all in line
Haughty necked thoughts fermenting
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I went to you in pain and told my tale
How I saw the world in darkness now gone stale
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There is a knife in the hand of a vicious breeze
I wonder did it murder the trees?
There is noise like acid and wasps in my head
Did they rattle my nerves until they were dead?
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Possibly a love I never knew
He stood for strength and resolution too
Carved like oak but softer than cut stone
Shoring up and beaming all alone
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Grey streaked walker in the mist
Oaken branch within your fist
Cautiously your ankles twist
You make this reason to exist
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This is definitely not the place to have a party
because every carport echos like the Matterhorn.
You should wipe that smile right off your face
For all all the peace you might have had is gone
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I rarely write about love but I saw a teenage couple locked in love's embrace but with agony and despair on their faces..At 52 I suddenly remembered it well and wrote this..
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Autumn arrives, arrests me like a friend
Leads me to her mall for us to spend
A little time on treasures she has wrought
Rubies, emeralds, diamonds yet unbought
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Once more the evening falls
Upon the playground in the shade.
Reflecting in my seeping tears
Upon the games I played.
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