Thought Bites

Wild CCC Camp

escaped from its old tameness

not needing workers

grows raspberries on its own

the ones once living there gone.

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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.