Old

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My tatty old teddybear?

My tatty old teddybear?

My treasured tatty teddybear
has bare patches on his fur
there’s holes on his face where his...

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Old bones and dust


I have been abandoned by all No one beside me but old crusted walls

The memories of old...

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Old bones and dust

Old bones and dust


I have been abandoned by all No one beside me but old crusted walls

The memories of old...

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FORGOTTEN,FORGIVEN,GODS...

Time to leave on the memory
before the saints remove the bandage
close your eyes
...

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QUIET AS A SERIAL KILLER---...


Stillness has a quiet yet vicious taunt
it hangs as the ever-present noose
soft...

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AGED ONLY -- TILL DARKNESS...

Darkness places its coated wings
gently surrounds this soul we found
Aged flesh never guess...

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THE SCARS DANCE

Blessed in nights shadow crime
tipping the whiskey
from that burning neon sky
inside...

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AN AGED REBEL HARD TO DEFINE

rebel tongue
Forgotten where you piss yourself
just to stay awake
unwanted medicated...

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"Just A Memory"

"Just A Memory"

"I've decided against the old me,
and am becoming content,
with all of my memories,
...

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GRACE JONES (112 YEARS OLD)

Long before laptops,computers and mobile phones
A lady was born by the name of Grace Jones
...

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Lament for the past

Seasons come to an end
Transitioning into another world
Letting go eventually

We have...

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The Drape

A decade old drape; the colors worn and tattered as it sits in the corner. It’s between the inside and the...

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Old Is New Part II

Old Is New Part II

Reviewing thoroughly
the history of creativity
down through the centuries
we can state...

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Old England

Old England

There is snow falling, and it's cold underfoot,
The kerosene lamps burn, the air is thick with soot...

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Yesterday

Yesterday

Dust devils dance furrowed space,
Notions sowed on weathered face.
So many years spent...

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Quickening

Quickening

Quietly you creep; you creep to my door,
Tap; tap too persistent to ignore.
Tales you spin;...

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Steps.

Steps.

A pitter-patter of tiny feet.
Grasping, grabbing, sticky hands,
β€œI want that!”
You...