Behind

I hate looking for you.
Familiar places.
Hold pain.
And glory.
Call you.
The best thing.
Gladys’ voice.
You keep.
Happening.
To.
Me.

Forest For The Trees

In circular times I write ever turning rhymes.
The beginning is coming from behind.
I have found what I search to find.
My reality is an imaginary state of mind.
Singing songs with pretty melodies without regard to time.
Continuing to say I love you in pantomime.
With this forest full of trees you tease because I can’t tell oak from pine.

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Free

You had a choice between fear and bravery.
Holding my hand long enough to cage me.
Chasing love directly into slavery.
Blindly singing unaware that I am free.
Closed eyes and an open heart allow me to see.
Let's see what it takes for me to breath.
Feel the wind beneath my feet.
Seek me.
Speak slowly.
Repeat after me.
Think clearly.
Find the release.
I am free.