We are incomplete if our heart says.
I don’t have any answers if your deciding on who can be totally honest…if my heart was complete I’d have more answers. When someone says broken hearted I think about how could they know.
We meet as strangers and think we can tell if someone is honest. It should be about that, but other things come up. Dating and courting have fallen into a mix, the fun is drying and the hearts have too many incompletes. I’m around rolling.


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A Roar at the Zoo

Calming down for the day, I’m thinking of a zoo,  how the animals are given food, shelter and a mate. Life is handed to them. Would humans be less inclined to roar if we had it handed to us?
Bird Murder

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The Church Bell Hit The Wrong Note

I woke up and laid in bed,

writing in my head.

Sentences explaining love made and love lost,

girls who I knew and have forgotten and

explanations for the reasons I do the things I do,

(and the things I do not do anymore).

I woke and walked downstairs to get coffee and

to further expand the ideas in my head.

I had a smoke and the writings began to leave my head.

The ideas explaining my generation –

what I at least thought I knew of my generation.

I thought harder.

I remembered a girl who had thin lips and another who

had dark hair and thin hips.

I remember a kid who lit my shoes on fire and

a kid who’s eye I hit with a black walnut.

I showered and forgot more.

I grabbed my pad and headed to the library to try and

get these ideas out before they left.

and the church bell rang,

and the church bell hit the wrong note.

and I forgot.

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by | April 25, 2015 · 5:48 am


Your the one and I didn’t tell you, but I was married two times, today is not the right day but its not the honeymoon.

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Release cheuter

Jumping off Saturday morning edges, the past cheater.

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A honeymoon poem

Maybe it was special that day…maybe it wasn’t.
Can we have a guest for the day? It is my other half. Do we have a more important day if we don’t go to school? We miss some days, make it a honeymoon. Now it has universal destination, we are great in Honeymoon. Our honeymoon.

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