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16 Dec 2024
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Uprising


In totality
the impending fury
becomes unstoppable
until nothing is left in its wake

when lies parade the streets
as truths
marching in lockstep with hypocrisy
it’s only a matter of time
before conversations expand
exponentially
clawing at and ripping apart
said supposed truths

and so the forest fire starts
as a single spark
long before the inevitable
is about to take place
taking down
in an instant
that which was thought to be
forever sustainable


december two thousand twenty-four
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26 Apr 2023

the next conspiracy


not one generation will be spared
everyone has their skeletons
whether they know it or not

there’s no such thing as white lies
not as long as they keep piling on
the higher they stack up
the deeper the digging goes

bets are placed underground
bit players unknown to you & me
some of them conspiring
to rule the world
the remainder taking a number





april two thousand twenty-three
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21 Dec 2022

alternative thoughts


I’ve taken an interest in illustrating
her pretty white lies
turning them into pretentious trees
inside my newly acquired
little black book

music on the radio I pause & choose
who should I believe
strong winds shaking loose the leaves
I pick them up two at a time
saying she loves me not





december two thousand twenty-two
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21 Dec 2011

Reading Between the Lines


Forgotten allusions
conjured at night
reappear when least expected
and make our lives
a little more interesting

like who we really are
or how we could be

Remembered dreams
either delight or haunt us
it is their inconsistency
and congruency
which lead us to accept
or pretend
not to live with them





nineteen ninety-two
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16 Dec 2011
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Lie to Me


The automatic garage door opens
Its overhead light merging
With the Audi headlamps
Pulling into the drive
Early Sunday morning.

The neighboring homes
Shuttered in darkness
Keep its occupants isolated
From the disturbance
Of mechanisms and motors
Nearly all long gone in deep sleep.

Upstairs, a mother and child
Turn their bodies in reaction
To creaks on the floor
Which subconsciously
Feeds their minds
With secrets and lies.



december, two thousand eleven
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