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I say the words
That may or may not help me
I say the names
That may or may not be heard.
I cry the daily tears
That may or may not heal me
And gather up the strength
To face another day of pain
Without a bird outside my window.
         ljm
Still struggling with several issues
The Roman bridge.

Pollo
or Apollo
in Spain
you take your chances,

my butterflied chicken
looked more like the side of
a Triceratops
absolutely Mammoth in its majesty

I bowed my head and said Grace.
Your kisses were like honey
as I tasted them on the street
late at night
your embraces were like a silk scarf.
in low tones
caressingly whispers,
use me,
write yourself

pick me to pick you
up,
only with me,
thru my ink flowing
down

pen thy pen.

pen thy image,
craft is the pen,
pen is thy craft,
craft thy image,
you were, you are,
created by,
created for,
picked by,
picked for,
pen
If I were a month, I’d be September.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Thursday.
If I were a planet, I’d be Saturn.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be coral.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bookshelf.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a sapphire.
If I were a flower, I’d be bougainvillea.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a crisp autumn wind.
If I were a color, I’d be auburn. (much like my hair)
If I were an emotion, I’d be wonderstruck.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a pomegranate.
If I were an element, I’d be air.
If I were a place, I’d be a field of wildflowers in Scandinavia or a bookshop in Northern Italy.
If I were a taste, I’d taste like sweet and bitter black tea.
If I were a scent, I’d be the smell of freshly baked goods.
If I were an object, I’d be a pencil sharpener.
If I were a body part, I’d be freckles.
If I were a song, I’d be Thoughts of Flight by Edmund.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be **bright purple converse.
me
You can pretend that there’s nothing out there barbarically wrong.
Listen to some music, perhaps your favourite song.
Dance in union with your tribal beat. Another lovely day, now back to sleep…
I would not suggest a road to take nor demand you hit the clergy breaks.
No, I am no fake..
Traveler Tim
 Jul 17 Ben Palomino
nivek
the Sparrows sing their hearts out
just long enough to wake me
from daydreaming
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