he said they knew the train was coming
but prayed it would never arrive
I said I always steer clear of tracks
especially on moonlit nights
sun’s power weakens like temporary
madness invading your sleep
one day if not the next memories
become fuel for locomotion
july two thousand seventeen
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there’re so many ways to keep score
you do it your way I’ll do it mine
those thousands dying from war each day
could care less about climate change
cool winds and secret agent men
come and go from man-made skyscrapers
continental shifts and breakaway ice
only separate us more
tug of war versus mother nature’s pull
nobody’s always winning
today’s swords turn into swallows
flying high at the magician’s command
july two thousand seventeen
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and everything else in between
they kept saying they didn’t belong here
they just couldn’t tell you why
inmates inside jails are processed like
mental patients in denial
courts are filled with judges tossing out
jesters for recycling old jokes
I remember you telling me how you loved
reading how we’ll die alone
young people everywhere are starving for no
particular reason
a greater cause picks up steam ever slowly
meanwhile we carry on
may two thousand seventeen
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we thought we’d stay awhile
and savor the moment
but then the rains came
I grabbed your hand
and we fled as fast as our
legs could possibly go
once under the bridge
we calmed our breathing
holding each other for dear life
dreaming on a bed of rock
your beating heart
kept perfect time with mine
july two thousand sixteen
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