Monthly Archives: August 2015

Merry-go-round

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Suspension
A brief pause
Uncertain cause
Realization
It’s getting old
Doing what you’re told
Expulsion
Purged idiosyncrasies
Forged ideologies
Repetition
That name, this game
The same, the same
Destruction
Yellow, pink tulips torn
Never to be reborn
Explosion
The end has come
Did you have fun?

Lone Star

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Are you happy?
Free,
You’ve set me
Steer
Your own path
Clear
Bee-free zone
A kingdom
Your own
Castle of thorns
Throne of bones
Found
Within
Your own sound
My towering height
Daunting
Or powering flight
Haunting?
I would not know
Even if it was so
For I have sailed
Far ahead
To new horizons
Instead