Category Archives: Poetic License

I March For You Anyway

You might think a bunch of people marching in pink hats is a silly, useless waste of time. S’all good. I’ll get on the bus anyway. You might think this is all about the party line pendulum, simply swinging back … Continue reading

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Charley & the Chocolate Factory

Sometimes I get a whiff of it, something that takes me back in time. I close my eyes and breathe it in. Sometimes it’s so sublime. But yesterday, I smelled a smell that brought me to my knees. I was … Continue reading

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Sea

My peace, my love, my joy. Soon the sea will take it all And I shall not be sad. Sitting in the boxy hotel balcony on the 7th floor, overlooking the ocean. I watch as the tide creeps in.  Wave … Continue reading

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Every Day is Like Sunday

I really miss my dad. But He’s not dead. He’s just living somewhere else instead. He’s in my eyes ’cause his were just as blue. He’s in my feet because his turned out too. He’s in my laugh especially when … Continue reading

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Black Hole, Sun

A special sort of sadness is flowing through my veins. I’ve felt this feeling surge through me before. It fills me with an emptiness, A heavy hollow pain that travels deep down to my very core. It wraps itself around … Continue reading

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Trigger Warning

Sometimes the news hands me a trigger, and I just have to pull it. Full metal jacket loaded, every word in my head a bullet. Today I got an itchy finger, but I’m not gonna shoot off my mouth. I … Continue reading

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In Memoriam

Today I walked among the dead, While images swam through my head, Of movies I have watched my whole life long. Of boys in trenches and in tanks And officers of higher ranks And acts of bravery set to powerful … Continue reading

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