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Sometimes, you have to set aside broken things and start fresh; break the chains and take flight. Words I speak more to myself than anyone else. They come not from the pipes that won't play or behind the dreamer's gaze, but from the heart; screamed so loudly, I think they'll burst from my chest. You spoke this language once, used words like fear and uncertainly, misery and suffocation, gut wrenching times to be sure, but we just weren't ready.
Now, my aim is true. My path is set, and so I step lighter these days, while you weep in dark corners; not for fear of heights or the irony of bad timing. Free spirits are meant to fly, but the ties that bind, really do bind. Like iron shackles anchoring you to the shore line; the tides roll in and slowly you drown, in a sea of misery. All I can say, is I'm sorry, as I soar overhead. Freedom is life's first happiness, enhanced only by love.
Now, my aim is true. My path is set, and so I step lighter these days, while you weep in dark corners; not for fear of heights or the irony of bad timing. Free spirits are meant to fly, but the ties that bind, really do bind. Like iron shackles anchoring you to the shore line; the tides roll in and slowly you drown, in a sea of misery. All I can say, is I'm sorry, as I soar overhead. Freedom is life's first happiness, enhanced only by love.
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Damn Kids
Graham Banyon was enjoying a television retrospective, "2012: The Mayans Were Right and Other Crackpot Beliefs", when a tremendous explosion rocked the house. "Damn kids," he muttered. With a weary sigh he rose from his chair and walked to the back door. He looked up at the moon hanging low in the sky. The last orange rays of the sun waned lazily in the west.
"What the hell are you kids doing out there," he half heartedly bellowed at a scarred and slightly smoking tool shed. The shed had a slightly guilty look he thought.
"Just a little experiment in cold fusion, Pop," said the shed amidst a flurry of childish giggles.
"Cold fusion do
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I'm afraid for next year
Will I leave you?
I am scared.
Life got hard,
standing there.
Will I leave you?
I hope I can't.
But in some worlds
my wishes are grant.
Will I leave you?
I wish it not.
But we're not alone,
have you forgot?
Will I leave you?
I say to me.
I'm scared right now,
so leave me be.
Time will tell.
As all things grace.
If love is broken,
by simple space.
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eighty-one
melt my hard resolve into liquid change
and let my mistakes drip away from me.
let the fire burn until it loses energy and
my fragile form can finally be reshaped.
i will be sculpted into something new and
something better than i've ever been before.
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