Thought Bites

take me where I'd never go

sweeping through dark skies

cawing caution all the time

back and forth I am taken.

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probing, prodding our egos

with damaging words

until the poor fellow cries

o'er truth it wants to deny.

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leading to a bad sector

without one shelter

from a gang of roaming thieves

intent on robbing you blind.

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step on the speedy cockroach

swat bothersome flies

being the resident king

of this house where I reside.

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flowing around the thin air

where I thought hope lived, underestimated fog

suddenly knocked them all down.

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sadly it's often our way

limits and delays

expenses and who knows what,

we bite bullets or give up.

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Wild CCC Camp

escaped from its old tameness

not needing workers

grows raspberries on its own

the ones once living there gone.

.

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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