our lives are in chaos
our flight is from fright
our victims are each other
our evenings are stolen nights
our processes are fruitless
our systems archaic
our minds fragile
our egos complex
our world competes inside a
vacuum cleaner of deceit
and our children are of someone
else and its their problem not ours.
2.
plain talk and politics
don't mix very well 'round here
so give me a wide open fields
and a jug of wine and
I'll be on my way.
3.
her boobs bounced inside
the tee shirt she wore without
a hesitation.
4.
we rode past the resistance
in a symbolic effort
to make a statement and create
the perception that we knew who
not to tell the gossip to.
5.
winners and loser
begin the new year if they
awoke by themselves.
heartaches and flowers
go hand-in-hand when one needs
to say I'm sorry.
7.
there is always a better way to live
there is always room for improvement
there is not time like the present
to make a list of what can\
always wait until tomorrow.
8.
fingers probed inside my heart
pulling at the pieces of decayed
sentimentality that still influenced
my behavior... it was a painful
experience to have my kindness
bled out of my memory cells just
so I would become a little better.
9.
after the rain fell
we made love gently,
tenderly moving in
a rhythm with the
distant thunder...
after the rain fell
we slept in each other's
arms... inhaling the
fresh smell...
after the rain fell
we caught our breath
waiting for our passion
to simmer down
before leaving our
grassy wet floor.
10.
there was a new sense of
freedom once he had finished
with his high school education,
a beginning of being adult
about everything... making the
right choices... not necessarily
those that were popular;
it was easier to blame someone
else than to take responsibility,
it was not the kind of independence
for which he had been searching,
but it was something... with
which he knew he had to live.
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