Pixie Dust

Here is another poem from BB with a Neverland theme.

The Migraine Chronicles

dear Peter

I miss the magic

I let it slip away

I grew up

while you continued to play

I miss the magic

I just let it go

the age on my face

yes, it’s starting to show

I miss the magic

between us

you’ll be forever Peter Pan

while I’m still searching for Pixie Dust

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The Migraine Chronicles

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And so I wait patiently

for I know he will return to me

I snuggle in and close my eyes

I keep my window open wide

Under my pillow I keep a kiss

for my own lost boy, whom I so miss

Hoping his shadow finds a way to my room

I find myself in dreamland soon

“Are those happy thoughts” he wants to know

I nod, so he says “then away we go”

Second star to the right, straight on ’til morning

come fly with me, my Darling

Fly with me to Neverland

where dreams are born, and time is never planned

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We Have Quiet Inspirations

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We have quiet inspirations

Somber tones you seldom realize

Shifting away from self-imposed

Heartaches & their relayed lies

We must accept the responsibility

Adulting was never part of the plan

Though you gotta make the most of it

Take it from me – Sincerely

                                       The Pan

Keep Your Labels

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Keep your labels

Your hypocrisy becoming the norm

Judging other’s words

You despise my nonscholarly form

I refuse to play your games

Using intelligence to mask fear

Maybe not so intellectual

I laugh at your pretentious sneer

Cavernous Depression Falling Down Without Truth

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Cavernous depression falling down without truth
Wet streets refracting the bitter twilight of the moon
Trenches & overcoats pulled tight to repel the world
A need for answers that cannot wait past this noon
Try to place everything perfectly into its correct box
Finding out the little control we have while we’re here
Knowing the results we wish to see once the sun rises
No need to stay dry when you’re drowning in this fear