Deepthinking

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Blue to Black

Childhood is precious.

Blue to Black

Blue to Black,
The sky consistently fades
As friends come and go,
And memories are...

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The Queen's Gambit

The Queen's Gambit

the game
is played
In my head

the moves
are determined
by words spoken...

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Good Old Saint Nick 🎅🏼

Good Old Saint Nick 🎅🏼

Tis’ the twentieth of December and Santa Claus is almost here

Just as well he doesn’t have to see...

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Mute

Mute

My mouth gets dry
when the topic arises.
Soft as you are,
it would cut me apart...

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Poor Choices

Poor Choices

Do you ever feel like your parents made poor choices?
See them drink their pain away, pour choices...

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Who Are You?

Who Are You?

Who are you?

Seriously?

You think you may know

Like an automatic flow

You...

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"EDGES"

"EDGES"

Might be
I go out of my way
To find cliffs by the sea
Because all that I've
...

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Gibbering jabbering...

Gibbering jabbering gibberish haint no recipe to sound glib

Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib,
but blubbers like a landlubber
at sea...

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Skin is just skin

Skin is just skin

Why should it matter about the colour of our skin, we are all made with hearts and souls within..white and...

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Pieces

Did you take my pieces with you?

Pieces

There are pieces of you left in my heart
parts that are still sharp to the touch
pieces of...

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Vision

I... I never thought I'd make it this far.

All my life, I've never been able to imagine what it...

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Mind Ache

The trap of the mind,
Hunters caged prey,

Stuck in a wasps nest,
Like a needle in hay...

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The mind of a child

The mind of a child

As I wonder within the mind of a child, who’s heart is wholesome, meek and mild..What on earth do they see...

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Reverend Dr. Margret A. O&...

Reverend Dr. Margret A. O'Neall Developmental Minister

Unitarian Universalist Church
situated in Cherry Hill, New Jersey,
whereat every Sunday...

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Two paths

nothing left, or nothing right

Two paths

Lost time is never found,
Memories can't be forgotten,
Words can't be unsaid,
Your...

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Times

Times

For all the times I've been broke
I've never been broken.

For all the times I felt hopeless...