Purposeful Mimicry

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In the best of company

Harmony days hand-picked for setting the baggage free.

Never far away from the mountain of tempestuous temperatures.

I had knocked on heaven’s door…

But in truth, it took one knock more.

∞

My nemesis is my best friend.

On that outward voices can depend.

Pointing out my flaws…with no compliance to chivalry.

Directing my defects with purposeful mimicry.

He, she or it…the devil’s personal dictator.

Always in the background portraying a self-indulgent Master Piece theater…narrator.

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Free on the Side of the Road

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Free on the side of the road, she found me.

Sullen and crowded with my own bad thoughts.

Pinned with a rag tag, stating, ‘willing to relocate.’

Sitting there, baking in June’s humid sun.

‘I had been half baked’, so my ex had said.

And, the rest of my story…she had been willing to forego.

Chivalry is dead…or so they say.

But my ex-wife…had been willing to give me away.

Up until then, my spirit felt like a Hacky Sack.

And…

whether this new accomplice to my true crime knew for certain…

What she was getting into or not.

She had been willing to pay the price and,

drive me off the lot.

Hunting Season

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It will be clear.

Those trolls listening both far and near.

Indefinitely indebted but still, I cannot go.

Chivalry in a voice.

These demons up on mountains made by moles…

‘Are not your choice.’

Though, the air I breath is not free.

If I walk away now,

I can own my own feet.

Villains and angels…abound.

Holes in the wall.

Furnace on stall.

There is not enough room on the ark for us all.

I will not choose to take what I need and leave the rest.

Cannot adhere to the father knows best.

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Purposeful Mimicry

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In the best of company

Harmony days hand-picked for setting the baggage free.

Never far away from the mountain of tempestuous temperatures.

I had knocked on heaven’s door…

But in truth, it took one knock more.

∞

My nemesis is my best friend.

On that outward voices can depend.

Pointing out my flaws…with no compliance to chivalry.

Directing my defects with purposeful mimicry.

He, she or it…the devil’s personal dictator.

Always in the background portraying a self-indulgent Master Piece theater…narrator.

the-future-of-farms-6

 

future-of-farms-1 the-future-of-farms-4