Family

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I am running out of you

I am running out of you

I have arrived alone
to this afternoon
there are hardly any flowers
the daylight is...

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Family Cooking

Family Cooking

Translucent potatoes in guilded soil
Kitchen knife soaked in olive oil
Seasoned fillet benath...

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Family United

Family United
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Elevated

Elevated

I am Elevated
at least this
is what my
senses say

I am between
parallel...

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Leave You To Your Karma

It'll Get Ya Version

Leave You To Your Karma

You never message. I always insinuate the conversation just to get manipulated into giving affection....

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I'll Be Your Karma

Sad Version

I'll Be Your Karma

I get it. You think you're God.
Oh no? Well that's how you act.

Don't try to twist this on...

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Spirit Glow

Laurie

Spirit Glow
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Our Parents

It hits you deep sometimes,
When you are all alone,
Reflections of a past,
When you...

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The Award Goes To...

The Award Goes To...

From the long days of a CARER, tired mind, aching feet but still loving what they do,
Always busy,...

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Ordained Peanut Butter

Ordained Peanut Butter

I brushed the sky
bruising my ego
in the process
sacred communion
through red...

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Housekeeping not a strong...

Housekeeping not a strong suit with the missus

(***warning ungapatchka language ahead***)
regarding following lines courtesy the missus,
who...

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Papaw's 100th Birthday

Dedicated to Burley R. Johnson (1923-1994) who died on August 3...

Papaw's 100th Birthday

He was my papaw and he was my father's dad.
When he died in 1994, it was both tragic and sad....

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All For You

All For You

I promised myself that you’d never have the life I did
You’d never experience the things I did as a...

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the silence of nothingness

the silence of nothingness

on her face
there used to be a sunrise
now, she hardly ever smiles
there are no kisses...

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she remembers

to Aunty Zoila, who makes old age appealing

she remembers

I smile and
listen carefully
to everything she says
every story
word by word...

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things of old age

things of old age

her belly has wrinkles
she worries I notice that
she has something like a ditch
across...

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to carry on

to carry on

it is simple
in our constant moving forward
we make our way as we go
we build bridges...