Rob G. Gifford Poems

in the midst of a dream I awake

only to discover that death had befallen me
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The night before wasn’t unlike many others, with the monkey on his back it’s hard to rest. His clothes are dirty, his hair’s a mess, but the marks on his arms, they tell it best.

And he woke up with freedom on his mind. Chains come in many shapes. He wants to run and leave it all behind. Somewhere safe, freedom on his mind.
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silence

dogs barking in the distance
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I’m 8 days out on a 30 day ride

workin’ on the river and it’s cold outside
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remember the dream

all alone
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good night my love

all wrapped in silk
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the way you like to live is how you don't wanna' die
what makes you laugh will soon make you cry
the contradiction of your own self infliction
the sudden reality of your current condition
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it all began as a few simple words
innocent flirtation
unborn divination
wild and free like the birds and the bees
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every time I think of you,
I choke.
everything I'm going through,
and anything I try to do,
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most times, anymore, i'd rather be alone,
sometimes, you know, i'm so far from home,
some say i'm strange, they just don't know,
where i've been and what i've seen,
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