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Kind acquaintance…. feel that bit better,
A change in pace as a kind acquaintance saved a space,an extra or change of letter,helps to feel that bit better, -
In the distance
In the distance I thought I could see,
what it was that was finally driving me, -
Lrazy?
Looking for mercy from the thirsty,as crazy as the lazy,nature shows what only God knows,
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Peace is like a fast
Eat, kill, repeat,the ever unwavering beat,the pitter patter of tiny feet,God just pressed delete,the language never grasped,of nature’s bitter clasp,on all that was designed to last,survival is never past,perhaps some peace in fast, -
Mextic
Busy as a bee,busy as me,busy like city,busy but witty,hectic,a little Mextic,like a Cairo street,complete,press delete, -
Autumn
As autumn came life retreated again,a moment of pause,in the great cause,returning in time,with the sunshine, -
vision without decision
Nobody knew as the sides were drew, which was this would travel and the story unravel, one of them realist and the other idealist, fighting over writing, a vision without decision made its steady course through the middle, uniting and exciting those tired of the fighting,
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Thin soles – leather boots
Tan leather boots,soles worn thin,though still a smile and a tough grin,never before could he of imagined what was in-store,days and days, walking from place to place,sometimes catching the train,merely to be told to get off again,walking again, through places of wonder,mountains and thunder,castles carved in the rockand rivers that flow round the clock, -
Catching rays
He walked for days,in the sun rays,shouting and ranting about the in-just,for him this journey was an absolute must,for in this way his system rebooted,though much of his bank account he may well have looted,after this madness,came a time of sadness,hitting the ground with silence and no one around,hard to forgive,though he must continue to live,for each path and its aftermath,pave the way for a brighter day only a sunset away, -
ideas test
the ideas, bright in the dead of the night, have to face their test, of a morning after short rest,
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