Sunday, December 29, 2019

My Love

 

I kiss the stone that you once wore and place it with your bloodied broken wings.
I climb these steps to look beyond and see you waiting there... my love.

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Saturday, December 14, 2019

The TEST







SMOKE CLOUDS BILLOW IN THE BLISTERED SKY
WHILE SON'S MARCH OFF AND MOTHERS CRY 
MAYBE YOU WERE BUDDY ~ MAYBE YOU WERE AL
SURELY YOU WERE SOMEONE'S BABY 
SURELY YOU WERE SOMEONE'S PAL
SURELY YOU HELD SOMEONE'S HEART PINNED UPON YOUR BREAST
WHEN UNCLE SAM SENT YOU OUT AND HELD YOU TO THE TEST
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