Turnings

The grinding wheel turned, just a bit more today Turning Grain into grist while I’m making hay   The Ferris wheel turned, slowly in place Baskets on pivots, each swinging in space   The planet it turned, its’ cycle spins clear Day into night until morning appears   Emotions have turned, as my heart flipped …

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I believe.

I won’t believe in Laughter ‘Happy ever after’ Rainbows in Subtle sweet hues I won’t trust in fate What we both create Nor magic in glass slippered shoes I’ll doubt wondrous signs That planets align Feeling like one - Since we’re two Kismet is bull shit The winners will soon quit Love is an illusion …

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Life Spring

I’ve glimpsed the soul of ‘Life Spring’ as it huddled Doubt filled, hurting, twisting in the dark She ponders my intentions and befuddled Imagines that I won’t maintain the spark   Exquisite she, though flawed and prone to finding - Reasons to distrust the love in me Trying to surpass the past’s un-windings Disavowing dreams …

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Myself

There is a very common phrase in the self-centric lexicon of language: “I found myself wanting her”. This is an unambiguous enough, arousal based, bit of self-expression. I cannot fathom the level to which it may resonate at the heart of a woman but as a man it is, generally, barely denim deep. Men are …

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