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They want to burn all the books
& so I’ll sift through the ashes
To reignite the magic
Knowledge amongst the backlashes Like this: Like Loading...
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I’ve stripped myself bare
No longer an ego to drown
My words speak for themselves: aware
I sift for existence in coffee grounds
Judge not – yet you cry foul & unfair
A mirror does not create your frown Like this: Like Loading...
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I don’t know what you’re looking for
I’m no expert, nor do I wish to try I’m feeling like I’m drowning here & you want to sift through my lies Like this: Like Loading...
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Sitting down to write
Nothing serious, just a rift I wish to give you the sunshine Through a few words to sift Leaning forward with lovely intents Though success or greatness I cannot claim A mere humble boy with a pen My heart still giddy when I whisper your name
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Oh, where does our journey end
Or begin, as it so often might seem Futile attempts to erase the past The unknown details of our dreams
The open road panders to a false escape
The mere opportunity to rewrite a sojourn Jesus perambulating with Uncle Walt Debating the path; perchance to learn
Shaky prospects in apportioned time
Manifest destiny teases Ginsburg & Kerouac Further roads leading to ornate wisdom & we keep it concealed out in the back
Thoreau mocking society with his solitude
Knowing alone is the greatest we could ever be Thoughts come to us in gentle waves That perhaps our visions should become the sea
A reinterpretation of westward expansion
Route 66 cross-contaminating Highway 61 All roads have never led us home Emily tempting Death with her life left undone
The growing wisdom of our consumed space
Emerson’s penning pre-revolutionary blues Introducing our souls to unrefined grace The Good Lord providing Her unfiltered muse
Feeble humanity; lost across the tracks
Original sin that we’ve taken on the chin Sifting thought; we might be welcomed again But knock off the Devil’s dust before you come in Like this: Like Loading...
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I wish I could paint
Placing my mind on display I wish I could draw Expressing myself in another way Instead, I’ll hammer these words Sifting them through Every one; my soul An extra note written to you Like this: Like Loading...