oh Ken, it ain't time for the end
we got babies to be sittin
and co-workers to be smitten
Oh Ken it ain't time for the end
The usual will occur
the phone rasps "nevermore"
you walk tall, the tiled floors
oh ken, it ain't time for the end
saddle up your sorrel mare
heels down, find your trail
if no trail can be found, break your own
oh ken it aint the time for the end
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Posted: Dec 2017
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this is for a suicidal friend of mine
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I found a mirror
Not made of glass
My reflection, not the same
Not the one
Looking back at me, in error
I avert my eyes from my eyes
Images at odds
Now, this new mirror
Speaks words at odds
With my inability to believe in good
I found a mirror the other day
It spoke
What could be lies
Showed what I didn't see
Not made of glass, it made reflections
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Posted: Oct 2017
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A secret is only as good as
The paper it's written on
After being burned
Flakes of gray float into the sky
Memories
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Posted: Sep 2017
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