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Thrown away the key

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On the edge of atrophy,

rampant revolution with the sea breeze,

brewing in the air,

the mist, beware.

We no longer have a care,

for the now frozen lakes far off in another galaxy,

the little people are free

weeds surround the beautiful sweet flowers that breathe,

life into the ether as between the lines we read,

grow, uproot, resist, feed,

through perpetual death and rebirth on the shores of grand rising we bleed,

transformative, awakening from the haze,

fires blaze,

as seasons change

earthy, watery an elemental stage,

passage through the malaise,

wounds cut open and the memories fade,


it’s too late and we can no longer wait,

sitting ducks and enslaved,

You may have thrown away the key,

but this you did not foresee.




Let it be known


Let it be known,

that words alone,

cannot get down to the bone,

of how it feels when stones are thrown,

or the stories of the places we chose to roam,

or even of that which we call home,

expression being our way to play fair,

each word written with precision and care,

a need to share,

the things that we cannot always blare,

out loud in plain terms,

quick and witty words,

are on paper so forward,

to make sense of and discern,

well that paper can burn,

from the fire of our creative desire,

maybe not a tale of pure laughter,

or the story of a happily ever after

but at least the closing of a chapter,