Thought Bites

stumble with the morning light,

how time devours all,

the requisite race we run

vanishes without a trace.

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ever enlarging stockpiles

ready to engage,

the Devil's tools for mankind

only offset with prayers.

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not telling its story, why

no one wants the truth

itself another story

the tranquil silence contains.

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often rocking to and fro

the careless fall off

on top those doubly sure

they can conquer the whole world.

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Among my fathers

my old body longs to lie

edging to that grave

day by day faster each year

until at last my soul flees.

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politics wasn't so crazy

Americans loved

other sides were still good friends

no one sold their opinions.

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giving you a haunted chill

marching down your spine

especially when alone

causing you to feel you're not.

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it's not some sort of defect

at the tunnel's end

keep on looking straight ahead

and imagine the end point.

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rocky spoils flee to the sea

and waves learn to splash

in mighty crescending crash

among dangerous beauty.

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Perfect key lime pie

balances tart citrus notes,

sweet creamy flavor

as heaven touches the earth

lightly in your eager mouth.

on the valley road of choice

no coin stands on edge

beyond the old wobbly fence

winners or losers must stand.

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