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Sometimes its all pretend, this life we live

My boots have walked for many days, soles are worn thin

Like mine, cracked in sunshine, wind, and rain

The flood grows with time, like the tears in my eyes

Childhood days spent listnening, to fire engines and leaves

It's time to let go of this melting stream of dreams

So they say, it's better off this way

You can rest your heart

But I swear, I won't believe it's true

Because I can feel fire in snow

And so can you, if you let go of the fear in your throat

Step to the edge, grab my hand

And we can finally fly home

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Thoughts on Rainy Days

'Glow'

Silly sliding sideways down ramps of slick asphalt in the dim glow of lamplight
Wander bending skyward through black space and white gold stars
Horizon growing, speculating self loathing
Mind floating, never ceasing stopping flowing
Blue, red, green, thunder rolling steady going
Wonder where the next time takes me
Waiting watching, central nervous system short circuit
Blades mowing, smell of grass in spring
River tumbling, white froth turbulent echoing
Letting go, stable spaces, bales of hay
Pumpkin carving, faces melting, children crying, steel smelting
Gases building, planet warming, fathers on their knees
Praying, begging, hoping, wishing ,wanting yearning for it
Mouths opening, rain never falling
Corn cracking, dry heat illuminating dark corners
One more day with open arms we fall apart
Tears dripping and silence failing to keep us on our feet
Click clack rat a tat
Buttons pressing, functions working, mathematical genius
Mysteries fading, trees keep sleeping
Mothers being love
Death and destruction, sorrow and despair
Eyes gleaming, basket weavings, tapestries and gentle care
Figuring on steady soft winds whistling to take it all away
Days in absentia
Minds creaking, rocks leaking, sky sweeping
Seasons drifting, skin lifting
Whirlpool grabbing, hurricane thrashing
Edge of a building, we are jumping
Form disappearing, crazy clearly
In the disappearing glow

'A Different Wager'

The wars we wage
We wage them on ourselves
Toward the turning point of no return
Staring deep into the outer constellations
Wondering why we arrived at a point of empty space
Oh the wars we wage
Destroying ourselves piece by piece
Thinking of all the reasons we have to continue on
Building around the absence of compassion
In the shadows of debt and guilt
Scary moments when light illuminates walls once shroud in a different cloth
Tattered gray rags turn into colorful murals of blue, orange, yellow, and red
Turning our heads for a moment, we are still
Forever contemplating our place here on earth
It should be postponed

Wating until tomorrow
Happy to comply
Watching things slide slowly out of control