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Lost at Traffic Lights

Each morning through the same Glass I see the city street The same routine…almost Except for collateral minutes Lost at traffic lights And the morning changes… People take a second Breath But still stare ahead The beat, the pace… Only … Continue reading

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Words Melt…

The routine broken The minutes now… unlimited The days ahead Await Like an artist’s canvas The hours melt Like summer butter As I linger with apprehension Waiting for the imagination To engage To whisper a story Buried Screaming to be … Continue reading

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Five Minutes

This morning I saw five minutes Hiding under the bed When I could have done With its help Time never likes To be held An enigma beyond Our remit Nor a lender Let it be understood Our feeble routines Superimposed… … Continue reading

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Watching Summer Showers

summer showers with thunder force nature’s pain… shouts moody clouds across innocent skies now…. sinister grey then the noise…. a million blunted nails hits the earth turning clay moist soon the aftermath…. patches of blue….survive sun peeps through blackbirds hoe … Continue reading

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With a Silent Beat

Day Time passes with a silent beat from sunrise to sunset Then skips, repeats Nature ambiguously ticks Like the benign sound of a grandfather clock but human Time is segmented No one ┬ásees the seconds disappearing The minutes deserting or … Continue reading

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A Notion Of Time

time, is now not yesterday work, is often the idea of someone else night, is the infinite realm of dreams day, is trying to remember that which you have forgotten hours, are the corrales of days walls of apprehension minutes, … Continue reading

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A Mouthful of Coffee

i’m sitting in a Starbucks cafe looking at the decor and the people on display licking the crusty cappuccino from my lips waiting for inspiration to walk up to me and take a seat saying “what’s happening dude?” glancing across … Continue reading

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