Welcome to My life in the shadows



 
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Before we get started
Can you see your words
Floating in rows,
 Like little yellow ducks
Caught within your sights?
Can you feel the spirit of Mother earth
When you squeeze the trigger?
 
Can you hear the pin drop?
 
It slips through the heart
In small, but palatable moves,
Like a ghost slips through fog
Yet the spirit voices ring cool and clear
Calling out to each haunted soul
In baritone voices
As they march by
Just out of sight
One by one.
 
Can you hear the pin drop?
 
It pricks the young heart,
Like a hallow word
That has lost its ring
Howling at future blades
Sharp and silver like
Slicing out
All those ancient tunes
Your parents sang
When the going got tough.
 
Can you hear the pin drop?
 
It burns the yearning mind,
Like a Colorado weed
Bleeding blue smoke
Thick and white
Clearing our cluttered thoughts
Of God's
Unwanted sparks
Leading us ever downward.
 
Can you hear the pin drop?
 
It falls, like a tree
In a forest dark,
An awful sound
Heard in the screams
Of baby birds
And furry forest things
Who lost their homes
And still we debate
The sound it makes.
 
Did you hear the pin drop?
 
uTAH jAY
 


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