Path Of A Viking Crest       each new day humble means to pray 
silence from the ocean pier 
silence as what we brought so near 
borrowed basement cheer 
love from the path of a Viking Lear 
choices, readiness & position 
everybody quest to change 
a scope to rearrange, 
live, laugh & thirst 
treasure a red rose 
love has the opened door 
a pathway to explore 
the laugh, alive & special prayer 
I'm amazed by men like you 
my mind is clearer now 
base the episode and plow 
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      George Orwell Union       found to be idle 
a sold out recycle, 
80,000 dollar machine 
want to take over 
like a George Orwell union 
plagued for moments to pledge 
captivated by a smile 
take your picture taking over 
moment regarding their puzzle 
Stop & Shop 
gentle with laughter stare to unfold it together... 
extreme cases of spills occur, 
moments gone by... 
beyond 
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      Sweet Dreams        When at night I close my eyes, to think all the days gone by, to feel again those passions past, and feeble joy that never lasts, I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia I think I found you in a dream, the night I pressed beyond the seam, where fantasy and reality meet in summer mist so soft and sweet, But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia But dreams just last within the night, when morning came, Her soul took flight I awake to find Her never there She passes like the misty air To leave me longing and alone, my painful love, my Cynthia Enigma love you swell the heart, to crush the same when lovers part But whether love and joy you bring or bitter pain and Death's cold sting I plead you come to me again, my final love, My Cynthia 
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      WHOOPIE CUSHION       Where Could I Buy A Good Used "WHOOPIE CUSHION" ? I Have Stale Farts ! 
  
we understand what the end times mean 
search for the truth right before your eyes 
trust in the lord with all your might 
seek those things that are above; 
a period of those last days... 
 
I Am A Victor Not A Victim 
travel without and within 
won't you be my faithful friend 
Stinky hand sanitizer prank on grandma 
seek for things that are above 
 
Style not your shoe size 
build upon the rock that was given 
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      Ancients       It’s my last day with the old giants 
In mourning I hike the lost trails, 
sniffing the aroma of the bark, 
that cinnamon of the forest 
Under teepees of wood 
in a membrane of shadows, 
I stalk the earth, its mammal traces, 
its elusive tracks, 
to sit on a fallen log 
where spiders macramé, 
moss sloping to my knees 
unaware of invisibles within, 
grubbing in their tunnels 
A lizard taps my foot, 
responding, I muse to its touch, 
my thoughts like Indian visions, 
And when daylight mushrooms into night, 
and an owl hoots from cedar, 
I still sit with a lizard on my shoe 
Huddled with the ancients of the woods 
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      Let Go To Grow       Shades Of Grey 
Shades of grey look the other way 
shades of orange 
breathe on the basket ball league 
Across from its charitable disease 
Awake from the day 
shelter display across the way 
work hard from the tropics 
hero's stem around it moist 
cost of beauty 
cover it all its best 
in the midst of its pain 
no matter what we each face 
onto a joyous plant 
so honey here we go 
a given chance by which to let go & grow 
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      Summer Was Young       I thought the summer was young 
And the blossoms had barely just bloomed 
And the tunes of the season still hung 
Yet it suddenly left us and now we are doomed 
I thought that the summer began 
It’s smells had just wafted right through 
But the season has picked up and ran 
And the leaves have descended in every fall hue 
The summer it never was young 
It aged long before it appeared 
It wilted before it had sprung 
And it long so has gone; disappeared... 
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      The Artist Brush        I saw the artist paint with brush, 
The setting sun, the lengthening shade 
The near and further distant hills, 
The valley where the lily shows its blade 
And hides the nest of the noble thrush 
He painted the valleys with their streams, 
The giant oak and the stately pine 
The quaking aspen leaves afloat 
The evening breeze of summertime 
And he left me standing lost in dreams 
He mixed his colors in varied hue 
As clouds suspended from the sky 
From swaying limbs where the robin sings 
And the eagles nest in mountains high 
Beneath a sky of azure blue 
It’s here the artist stops and stands 
Spellbound, he cannot overcome the spell 
The sun, now set, has changed the scene 
With different colors in the dell 
He cannot match the master’s hand 
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      Treasure Marked Red       Treasure Marked Red 
A puzzle ahead 
the blind man who peed dropped dead; 
longing..laughter & red 
each new day another man named Fred.. 
 
love straight ahead 
love the time well spread, 
Treasure marked red... 
 
Tina Lori changed the story 
vested ahead... 
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      Suddenly       Suddenly, a chance of make belief 
seek a thorn inside the bowl 
chase back the pillow from the edge 
cascading fence laid up at the mix 
pillow in the dust in God we trust 
skin for skin where to even begin 
loud music..interlude bare escape, 
love is a way of escape oh, 
just a little wink 
Mother & child.. 
cross stitch of one to added mode 
barricade amidst the evil frame 
A way of escape 
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