Atsar MusePen

The Sounds that don't belong here
Warning signs of running over and backing up
Doing it all over....again
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She deserves a page of her own
For she belongs only with the moment
As not to forget...our pet
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Patterened after an ailing..sinking ole' man
Borrowed upon the stored thoughts
Linking the years soldered together
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The Big Rock shines
Hanging from the sky
Pulling at my thoughts
Opening my eyes
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I blew her a kiss from a third story stair case
Turned my head and continued to climb
She reached for the love as it blew right past her
Missing her youth…still circling mine
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Seven Steps wandering
Pushing loneliness into the other direction
She stands…feather in hand
“Where are you from? ..you don’t look like you are from there
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Temporary stalling just long enough to land
Captured in it’s wildest form
Birth of something hidden or combined
Like Frankenstein’s wandering ugly looks
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By now you are disconnected as expected
Long waiting lines unprotected
A finger taps Codes or calls
High wire wraps and erodes us all
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Venturing forth wildly exploring wanderlust
Unfiltered moving vibrations
Aiming for flesh antennas
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Sally Dupre' deserved an apology
For I never learned how to spell
Gunshots still ring in my ears...the smell...oh the smell
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Next to me...next to you
The two intertwined into one ball of loneliness
Rolling down the unforseen path that beckons so many
Searching for the edge...or at least a hopefull
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