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Forgive Me (GHUEY-BOY)

The Loving Art

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)



No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem

Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

Broken Things Are Beautiful

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

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Only Grief....


Grief is a constant Task Master
It requires both constant attention
and diversion,
though diversion from It
can not ever be completely successful
nor fully satisfy.

Grief is as determined
as a Blood Hound.
On rainy-damp days when all of
It's  signs should be washed away,
It comes back.
There's no getting cleaned Nor clear.

Grief is unavoidable.
It finds Its way back
to sniff you out.

Grief is no Gentleman nor Lady.
It doesn't enter into agreements
nor can you bargain  with It.
It doesn't offer you a handkerchief.
Nor does It believe in hugs.

Grief has your home number and
soon enough IT will claim you
as Its very own.

Grief is near and gaining ground.
It demands familiarity
whether or not you desire a relationship.

Grief has no manners.
It insists and perseveres.
It will not knock and often barges in.
Neither sleep, nor drink nor drugs
will appease It.

There's only one solution
You must face It down.
Ask what It wants.
Comply.

Only when you've come to terms
will Grief nod
smile
and move on.


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