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Not Those Kind of Blues: blues sonnet

There is no need to holler or to shout, no need to raise a holler shouting out; those ain’t the kind of blues I’m talking ‘bout. The world is in a worry, sure enough, the world is full of worry, … Continue reading

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Baby Elephant, Walk!

When we are young, they begin to fit and clothe us in raiments for battle: the helmet of self-esteem; the breastplate of self-confidence; the shield of self-assurance; the sword of self-righteousness – before we understand the “self”, when what self … Continue reading

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No End of Days

The world has not yet made its final twirl around a sun still managing to burn; the seasons, although changed somewhat of late, continue with their ceaseless promenade. Both wise and foolish prattle on no end, with new results no … Continue reading

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Let go, let go, let go

Cast away your doubts and fears; let go, let go, let go. Leave behind all that you know; let go, let go, let go. Nothing left to tie you down, nothing blocking out your sound, nothing keeping you around; let … Continue reading

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Winding Down: diminishing verse

Oh, that brave actions would outstrip my idle thoughts on this strange trip and rend this silence, letting rip against those fears none understand; and on that battleground, I’d stand secure in my convictions and well-knowing that I could suspend … Continue reading

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This Place

Everything about this place just tends to bring me down; I look into the mirror and see one more hopeless clown. The people on the street have a sad tendency to frown and no one wants to be the only … Continue reading

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The Catacombs of Night

Lo! I have wrestled angels in the catacombs of night and risen, as if from the dead, bone-weary, at daylight, my sheets soaked through with fevered sweat and every muscle sore, and tufts of mutilated feathers scattered on the floor, … Continue reading

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