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Confusion Abounds

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Shocked, almost numb
I heard the words in disbelief
The sun warmed the air around me
But I was shaking with the cold

Hurrying through my steps
Each move I had to make
Whether or not I wanted to walk
Or just curl up in a ball

Each word sliced through me
It sounded all a jumble
Making no sense
But somehow telling a tale

Time moved to and fro
But not in any order I could see
I was sinking beneath the waves
Of memory and pain and dreams

Confusion abounds
Just as it did then
Where do I go from here
How do I plan accordingly

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Absurdity is Free

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When dreams fall flat on their faces
When the pain is too much to bear
How do you make pleasantries
Or any sense of the absurd

Main street is a freak show
The office is the midway
Everyone performs their roles
But you want to run away

Your eyes see faces that aren’t there
You hear songs carried on the breeze
Feel your feet connect with the earth
You run but never are free

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There You Go

There may be no better time than this right second
Right where’s you’re standing
In the breath you’re taking

There may be no other time than today
Because yesterday, though it lingers, is too late
Because tomorrow is too far away

There may not be another chance
To step forward
To step into the fray

There may not be any others who understand
Who will care
Who will try

There you go with conviction
With truth
With heart

There you go
Traveling with gods
Traveling through your door.

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Tethered, Hollowed

tethered
frozen
the one moment
kept real
never fading
like a painting
not a photo
not quite a memory
even with closed eyes
a glimpse
breath stolen
locked in a jar
disoriented
hollowed
try crying out
holding close
always grasping
like a tree branch
not a flower
not quite easy to reach
even holding too close
alone
tears dry
pressed between pages

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Not One Step Ahead

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He kept the pace, stole her breath
He had to keep one step ahead
The only thought he tried to keep
There was no place so safe, so deep.

They chased old ghosts as best they could
Forgot awhile as if they should
It felt so raw and yet so old
He burned within yet was so cold

He took a breath and failed to see
There was no road or way to peace
If fire takes the air away
There won’t be time to hear or say

If time is fixed and sadness moves
Where are the fates we have to prove
He tried to take each day to heart
But it was over so soon to part

Bereft and empty was the shell
Few stories could be found to tell
To travel is to leave your thought
Only then will be the road you sought.

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