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I’ve walked in the house of 10,000 socks

Right in the center of the room was

a checkerboard clock

From zig zag, polka dots, solid and all the colors from the rainbow

I couldn’t believe what I saw and had no where to go

Piles and piles, stacked up next to the walls

Socks everywhere and down the hall

When the clock struck nine it made a rambunctious noise

From the very top bursted 10,000 tiny toys

The socks begin to move and out came the Zentals

I couldn’t believe what I saw, they seemed very kind and all very gentle

They played and played until it was dark

They were very nice and had big hearts

The Zentals were giving and very caring

They had wonderful manners and understood sharing

They crawled back into the socks and turned off the lights

You could hear 10,000 Zentals saying good night!

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Stumbling into a fuzzy

and sanitized brainstorm

Watching the fury

leave stains where the mime

inside placed his hands

on the four by four box

Chatter dissolves

Blood clots stricken

Nonstop convulsions

A falling stigma is spread

like dust on the tricks

of my broken down mind

Fears wallow

Doubt hangs like tree branches

in a distraught hurricane

Analytics in bold

Emotions shredded

Wiping away the dirt from

my cynical and distant eyes

Leaving the mime inside

cry like a new born baby

Constantly misunderstood

A misguided circus fumbling

through the fog

A part of me is the feather

of a soaring bird

Never falling to the ground

without direction

Grasping the words of the prayer

Sent to God from a letter

Please save the mime

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(1st Verse)
I tried to stand back
Took a good look at my perception
I tried to break the patterns
Glanced at all the things I measured
I could only feel the storms
Somehow I could never see
I wish you could take away the pain
You make it so hard to believe

Chorus:
I’ve read every line in the scripture
But I still tend to see the dark
I’ve said a thousand prayers
But I can still see a million pieces of my heart
Please forgive me, I don’t understand
I’m not a savior, I’m just a man.

(2nd Verse)
I tried to take a step forward
All I seem to do is fall
I tried to search for the answers
on the other side of the wall
I could only feel light fading
Maybe I need to change my point of view
I wish you could change the way I think
So that I can fully understand you

(Bridge)
Tell me God
How can I love myself
Tell me God
How can I see something you only can
Tell me God
How can I see words that I can’t feel
Tell me God
How do I read something I don’t understand

Chorus:
I’ve read every line in the scripture
But I still tend to see the dark
I’ve said a thousand prayers
But I can still see a million pieces of my heart
Please forgive me, I don’t understand
I’m not a savior, I’m just a man.

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(1st Verse)
Walking with a clenched fist,
Never did I think you did exist.
You have proven yourself time after time,
Even though I did walk so blind.
You took me in when I didn’t think you would,
You showed me all that is good.
There is something I need you to understand,
I didn’t think down this road you would be holding my hand…

Chorus:
I can see your footprints down Hallelujah road,
I can feel your hands wrapped around my soul.
Surrendered myself and the colors seem so bright,
Down Hallelujah road you became the center of my life.

(2nd Verse)
Walking with a silent voice,
Never did I realize it was all about choice.
You have proven yourself like never before,
Even though I refused to open up the door.
There is something I need you to understand,
I had no idea that this was all a plan.

Chorus:
I can see your footprints down Hallelujah road,
I can feel your hands wrapped around my soul.
Surrendered myself and the colors seem so bright,
Down Hallelujah road you became the center of my life.

Bridge:
You made me cry,
You made me survive.
You made me plead,
You made me get on my knees.
You made me see your vision,
You made me stop and listen.
You made me thank you for who you are and who I am.
You made me see, you will be with me until the end.

Chorus:
I can see your footprints down Hallelujah road,
I can feel your hands wrapped around my soul.
Surrendered myself and the colors seem so bright,
Down Hallelujah road you became the center of my life.

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I am only home for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I moved away for a job and it’s been a journey since then. When I met my family my brother pointed something out that made him teary eyed. There were names of deceased family members on the tables. I saw my aunts name, my mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, and my cousin. I looked around the room as tears fell from my eyes. My brother saw me and hugged me. Although we are very different in many aspects we are the same. We moved over to the corner of the room and told me how our mom would be so proud of me. In his own words he actually expressed how much he loved me and missed me. This is something he would do when he was drunk. He didn’t have an ounce of alcohol in him. Naturally I cried as he spoke. I saw my brother in a different light. A part of me moved away for a job and part of me moved away from my family. In my eyes, growing up and still today I feel misunderstood. I want to unravel all the feelings we all feel in my writing. I want to write from different perspectives. I told my brother the other day I have three published books. In my head I spend my time writing wanting to leave something behind, my legacy. Perhaps on the blog this is where I am understood. But my brother for once understood me. He could see parts of me that are broken. He could see why I write from other perspectives. It’s easier for me to write from other points of view because I have some pieces I don’t want to look at. He could clearly see I just didn’t move away for a job.

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Gliding into a smog

Pouring firewater into a shot glass

Exchanging gossip over

mixed drinks wrapped around

a mesmerizing saxophone

Overheating remarks on Socrates

Reciting lines from the book of Proverbs

Observing the couple in the

deep chocolate booth sipping

on luscious martinis and chain smoke

to the sound of the rhapsody

Entwined notes and soulful galore

Hypnotized to his shuffling feet

As he sways back and forth

Nicknaming him Jazz Brown

A entertainer in the center of the heart

Playing for thousands over decades

Married to his sweet saxophone

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A classic vantage

Perceptions gauzed in antiques

Edges of photographs crinkle

Rustic but euphoric

Art history in sight

Words written from thick blood

Deep appreciation of jazz

Grasping the top notch pen

Refined and elegant

Dressed in sophistication

Adoring her exquisite tongue

Artistic in the hurricane soul

Tasting the vintage ink

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I wallow in the paraphrases and the ick of December. Wintery trees remind me of childhood and what use to be. Today the misery and solitude linger in the brisk air. I no longer grasp and hold onto affection. I took a walk and could see my reflection in the mangled trees. Branches scattered like my frozen thoughts. I stand still as depression settles deeper. No one wants to stand from my perspective. I despise the winter and hollow chill. No one cares. I use to crave to feel. I stare into the paragraphs and emptiness flows. No one cares. I don’t ask why I am alive. I ask when will you take me out of my misery?

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Eyeballing the coordinates

Interpreting and measuring the angles

Shoveled efforts plead cases

in the clay and dim ground

Removed discussions and grief

Presenting facts and disregarding

lethal gut wrenching emotion

Pulling left to be right

Pushing right to be wrong

Winning is irrelevant and misguided

Grazing thoughts of compassion

Understanding points of view

Too much gray between black and white

Indecisiveness stands still

One sided lie

Two sided truths

Equal broken indifferences and shadows

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I’ve offered you a ship and you offer me a canoe

I’ve offered you a dozen roses and you offer me a dandelion

Sadness is a trigger

I’ve offered you a plate of everything and you offer me a morsel

I’ve offered you a road and you offer me a unpaved narrow path

Sadness is a trigger

I’ve offered you a tree of gold and you offer me a stained branch

I’ve offered you a notebook and you offer me a page

Sadness is a trigger

I’ve offered you barrel of ink and you offer me a ballpoint pen

When I’m gone my written words will say it all

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Foolish and dumb I crumble

Stuck in a wrecking atmosphere

Drifting out of consciousness

Wishes fall beneath my feet

I can’t move

A jolt of discomfort shatters within

Starring at discolored fragments

Crying romance bellows forgiveness

Dropping rights and wrongs

I can’t move

Dying to be understood in tired eyes

All I absorb are tears and rain

wearing a chain of animosity

through a howling river

I can’t move anymore

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Like a light kite in the sky

waving at the landscapes

Adoring God’s creations

from the ground to the

feathers and trees

Flying like a hummingbird

raptured in his point of view

Watching statues and waters

from an eagles eye

Tranquility prances in the

honeysuckle breeze

Harmony is held in

Cupid’s hands

All in all beauty surrounds

us like a circle

We just have a choice

to see it

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(1st Verse)
Cross a street to find one’s home,
A house in which they live alone.
The windows shake and walls fall down,
Rain impedes with clapping sound.
Ignore the noises, they’re just fear.
Close your eyes and they disappear.

Chorus:
The clouds of rage seem to live in grey,
Lightning strikes, shadows of life,
Remove all hope from the nights and days.

(2nd Verse)
Sleep again through a nightmare
Or a dream that’s worse by compare.
Each offers hope that is obscene,
Another wish to remain unseen.
Forever’s just a word that’s spoken,
Gone each time that one is woken.

Chorus:
The clouds of rage seem to live in grey,
Lightning strikes, shadows of life,
Remove all hope from the nights and days.

(3rd Verse)
Walk again in streets of fear,
Scream to those who cannot hear.
Realness, only covered tin,
14 karat dipped in sin.
Flavored by a taste desired,
Filled with only truth expired.

Chorus:
The clouds of rage seem to live in grey,
Lightning strikes, shadows of life,
Remove all hope from the nights and days.

(4th Verse)
A baby cries but can’t yet see,
The reasons why their tears shall flee.
Each falls upon a ground too soaked,
By tears decades before evoked.
Another life of endless scorn,
Occurs each time a child is born.

Chorus:
The clouds of rage seem to live in grey,
Lightning strikes, shadows of life,
Remove all hope from the nights and days.

Bridge:
It appears that my fate is scorned,
Wondering why I’m here and why I was born.
Somewhere there is suppose to a be a light,
Trying to find the strength and put up a fight.

Chorus:
The clouds of rage seem to live in grey,
Lightning strikes, shadows of life,
Remove all hope from the nights and days.

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Wider than a bulldozer

Enormous sight for hungry eyes

Long and gigantic

Bigger than her mouth

Generous and gigantic

A massive gesture curved

Grand and sizable

Staring at the abundance

Curious as a small kitten

Wondering in delight

Glaring at the immense

Extravagant and humongous

Gawking at the thickness

Fixated on the strength

A portion leaps to be inquisitive

Blushing inside and out

Intensity risen beyond its heights

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I hold the most intimate

possessions

I hold your “personal” items

I hold your fixes and thoughts

I hold your chocolate

at the crack of midnight

I hold your lip gloss and chapstick

I hold the second volume

of your cherished diary

I hold items that give you something

that your husband can’t

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I’m terrified

to inhale your naked skies

I’m terrified

to kiss your illuminating scars

I’m terrified

to wipe away your violent tears

I’m terrified

to capture your torn heart

I’m terrified

to feel your dirty rain

I’m terrified

to hold on to your numb hand

I’m terrified

to feel a love that I didn’t know existed

I’m terrified

to hear the symphony in your sea

I’m terrified

to walk alone on this broken road

I’m terrified

to stand at the turns in this landscape

*Dewy Place had requested this title.

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I’m alone and sleeping in the cavern

I’m alone and sleeping in the gloom

And never do I cry

I’m alone and sleeping in the dusk

I’m alone and sleeping in the morning

And never do I bleed

I’m alone and sleeping in the twilight

I’m alone and sleeping in my coffin

And never do I pray

I’m alone and sleeping in the screams

I’m alone and sleeping in the silence

And never do I laugh

I’m alone and sleeping in the scars

I’m alone and sleeping in the obscurity

And never do I change

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Stranded on euthanasia street

A number of casualties walk

on the chalk lines around the

thousands of the bloodless scarecrows

Weeds and black roses grow

in gardens of screeches

A morbid hawk hovers the emptiness

barking of a dog reverberates

Eyelids are glued to mailboxes

A mindless city stuck in the trenches

Watching television from the grave

Chuckling as coffins close shut

Numbness and laughter blend

Mothers cauterized by loneliness

Fathers gravitate to only lust

Avoiding love at all cost

Mice crawling from pillow cases

Skeletons playing poker Indian style

in front of the rusted closets

Using marrow as golden chips

Despair and poverty shook hands

Pull the exasperating plug

on any side of this hellacious town

Take a sip of cyanide before crossing

this sharp and dying town