02 Thursday Mar 2017
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23 Thursday Feb 2017
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A golden orb
Illuminating the ebony sky
Peeking playfully
Through the branches of
Still barren trees
Allowing the mind
To let mystery unfold
As the full moon beckons
Those who know its call
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16 Thursday Feb 2017
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A light down a darkened path
beckons me to follow
As I approach
it flickers
making me stop, wait
Again it calls
I continue forward
not knowing what lies beyond
the blackness that settles around me
A light so bright, yet not
I cannot see past it
My eyes play tricks
seeing only what my mind allows
Fantasy settles in
It lures me
and I walk, following
unaware that I am pursuing
My darkest dreams
my biggest fears
I turn around, afraid
and find nothing
but the darkness in which I began
Yet sounds and shadows engulf me
in a sensory overload
And I freeze, unable to comprehend
all that is there
and not
Only to realize my existence
in my own imagination
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09 Thursday Feb 2017
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I do not understand
Why time passes by
Yet stands still
Why a moment can be fleeting
Yet we are caught in it
Why we hate to love
Yet love to hate
Is it that we are
Afraid of feeling the heartache
Of time gone by
But unafraid of causing the heartbreak
Without a moment’s loss
Afraid of defining our own worth
Within ourselves
But unafraid to define others inadequacies
As they stand before us
How can you say you are living a life
For the moments, the time
The love and the hate
The heartache and the heartbreak
Yet claim to have no life worth living
I do not understand
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09 Thursday Feb 2017
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I still don’t have the answer
To a question asked
So long ago
Why do you buy milk, eggs and bread
When someone mentions snow
Does this sinfully sweet
Breakfast fare
Make us become a little manic
If we don’t get the ingredients
Do we all begin to panic
Do the slices of bread
With their cinnamon swirl
Remind you of riding a sled
Or the soft golden butter
Melting over the top
Remind you of warm days ahead
Do the fluffy white flakes
Falling down from the sky
Remind you of powdered confection
Or the syrup that’s oozing
Dripping over the sides
Remind you of sweet perfection
I want to know the simple truth
About this French Toast story
I’m pretty sure it’s not just snow
That gives it all its glory
Here’s the original story that asked the burning question: What Is It About Snow & French Toast?
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