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Baobob
Baobob shadows on the horizon,Upside down trees with their heads in the sand,Wide legs reaching for the Sahelian sun,Fruit bobbing like ornaments from the feet.The sun laying down for the night behind them to sleep.Huge sky, touching every corner of the worlds curves,The stars coming through that darkening blanket that lays over it all.Reminding me,… Continue reading
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Last Train Home
I put on cologneOn the last train homeLighthouses in the nightWinking across the roomsFrayed wicks burning brightBut only for tonightI’ll say goodbye to youThen goodnight to the moonMy vacancy sign flickersNeon light in the nightMy road signs point out of townTo guide them on their way away Continue reading
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Following the Moon
I’ve been running from the lives I’ve left behind. Vagabond orbiting the earth, Following the lonely moon, The one friend I know will be there to the end. There’s more to life than seeing the world, The moon knows that best of all. How I want to teach a dog to swim, Sit and watch… Continue reading
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Little Mysteries
I watch leaves blow in the wind. The way they wave down at me. The physics and the science of it all that makes them move and shift ever just so. Continue reading
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San Francisco Skyline
Tumble weed blown west,Like a beeswing in the wind.Thinking of the loss of my other lives with each mile,All the what ifs and maybes I left behind me.Mourning my youth with every passing day.This new frightening budding malaise that besieges me.Closing chapters, burning bridges,Dropping the curtain, for better or worse.Watching sunsets turn to black.Now, staring… Continue reading
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Props on a Stage
I want to live in a destination. For touring tourists and passerby. Our house a little speck in the wrinkled corner of any postcard you could buy. Continue reading
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Welcome to This Hole in the Hedgerow
Welcome travelers. The purposefully lost, the jaded anarchists, and the bloodied knuckled pacifists. Welcome friends, new and old, the usuals, the newcomers, the frequenters, and the casually late. Welcome to the travelers, the runaways, vagabonds, commuters, and the lost. The strangers, the outsiders, locals, and passerbys. Welcome to the ones life dealt a bad hand,… Continue reading
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The Lighthouse
Amidst the perpetual clash of land and sea, a resilient lighthouse stands as a symbol of endurance. Despite the relentless forces surrounding it, the lighthouse remains, its light extinguished but its presence unwavering. As the elements persist in their battle, the lighthouse serves as a poignant reminder of impermanence in an ever-changing world. Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 