Battle

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The War Bunker

Seeing into you like gazing through swirling water.
The way you change course and move away from...

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My scars

My scars

Scars that don't heal......deep dark demons inside that eat you alive as even when you sleep they come...

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Sluggishness

Sluggishness

Central air conditioning quickly
found this creature comfort acclimated,
defies, contradicts...

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Greed

I’m not afraid to walk away I’m sure I would be fine , the ring that glistens on my hand is simply just...

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miracles

miracles

There is peace in love
There is hope in love
Depending on the grace of god
Miracles...

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The face of a chronic illness

The face of a chronic illness

The face of a chronic illness
Is my face half the day
All of my day
My keeping it away...

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In a box

In a box

I have kept my mind in a box
A box full of uncertainty, questions and hopelessness

A box...

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Wish I could do more

Wish I could do more

meandering was the sky above me"
and I wander"
Falling for its air,
for it felt'...

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Still Motion

Still Motion

Every word she spoke twitched at the corners of her lips.
Every expression left unanswered...

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The final battle

The final battle

They hung us up in crusifixtion style
After the battle for existence, which was wild
Those...

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A course

A course

The spaces
How empty,
They reject"
The fillers"
Of plenty.

All lonely...

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I once

You always seemed so nice well to my face at least
I once thought you where in my corner fighting...

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Support Your Local Po' Whet (Hick) Bummer, i.e. me

Freedom from onset of pervasive gloom
(attendant with profusely perspiring palms,
hut tree...

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Cure. What happens

I think I need to see someone. Hoping if they have a cure for me. A cure for this undiagnosed unreadable...

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The Nomad.

Some medal ribbons from Vietnam,
A four-wheel drive and a caravan.
His roaming travels never...

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The Battle

I come from the land of saints and scholars
But into the depths of hell I wonder
My fear is...