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Tracing my footsteps, only to find they faded
Looking for the shadow that I once created
The wind whispers “follow my lead”,almost captivated
Where am I to turn to when all the paths are gated?

I dream to live big

But in reality I have it small

I could be in a trance

And still have time to fall 



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​​Change as pragmatic as this

Causes centuries to interlope 

Stars to intertwine

Crooked lines to line

Words redefined to suit me
Like the deduction of paintings
Add another cross to the tally
That stands drawn in some back alley

Weak, indecisive, too sentimental
Attributes, which in part, reveal
Like most trouble souls, a fraction
Of some hidden depth ….

Change as implausible as this
Causes doves to hit glass
Reality will settle in eventually
Like a guest unannounced


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​I would count cars from the balcony

With my stubby index finger; tap, tap

Childish notions on God and earth

“The suns following us mom”, I say

Only thing that mattered, really

Were the inner workings of imigination 

Before the proverbial “boy meets girl”

And the truth was purely innocent

Wonder and adventure hidden in all

Had us fanning our delight; childs play

Why grow up? Why stay young?

It takes courage to admit 

We want both

With reality’s intercession

creative-writing, poem, Poetry

​Sunday mornings

Light and sound 

Cocoons of reverie
Pardon the ruse

A man, but a child
With a sudden twitch
Is seen through
A stranger’s Scarlet eyes

The familiar rush
Of blood to the head
Teaches light passages
To those with dead eyes

A “bang” demands notice
Like a servant amongst the sharks
Negatives take sides
Reality tears ensue