Age

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Pick up my phone

pick up my phone....
Hello,,,, pick up my phone,,

My first fruit pick up my phone,...

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“The Hen House”

“The Hen House”

Cooped within ancient bodies,
this inhabitant dwells amongst an elder net
of crabby,...

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Seaward

Seaward
I relish this clash of titans
only existing in the mist
Aphrodite Artemis and...

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The best looking girl

The best looking girl
You saw on the street today
Had a bald head,

Glasses and you...

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UNASSAILABLE

The point of dreams is to color our lives
To restore the magic
To revive the lustre
To...

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My dreams by the shore

I was near the shore at night when I wrote this... I took the...

My dreams by the shore

In the city of thousand lights
I'm the one standing in the dark
Waiting for you to come...

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Free your soul

Free your soul
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Old

Getting on….

Old

Old

I feel it now
Getting old
I feel now how
It’s…not all gold

I feel...

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The broken piggy bank

The broken piggy bank

strewn into a bajillion little pieces

Unexpected largesse
yours truly patiently waits,...

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Slowly Fading

~golden years~

or so they say,

youthful fears still reside,

insecurities I still...

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calm love

calm love

in the light of an autumnal midday
two half-naked bodies, still
under the sheets
yours...

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Time

Time is running away from me
Far to the outer seas
Time is playing it’s games with me
...

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From care to where?

This piece focuses on the worries of young people who leave the...

From care to where?

From care to where
Where will I go?
That’s for me to find out
Not for me to know...

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Harvest the love

Harvest the love

Harvest the love
In your heart let
It grow slow like
A rose that the sun
Shine...

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A Quarter Of A Century

I'm getting older today yet I feel the same
My body doesn't ache, but my mind feels ancient
...

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My Father's Kid

My Father's Kid

I'm my father's kid,
Gamble with the highest bid.
Burn out over insignificance,
I was...

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Time

Time

Time passes through us
Like a car with no brakes
Death at the end of the road