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Fire Side Tales
A short story of how the world could go. Part 1 Continue reading
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Unwind
Explore the world, see new places. Turn off the screen, and see new faces. Continue reading
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Food for Thought
Let yourself go Let yourself flow Let your flaws show And see who will know. Why not be free? For between you and me In the end who gets out alive We all live we all learn And someday in the ground lie. Continue reading
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Food for Thought
Is it real? Or simply fake Things that leave chaos in their wake. That’s the choice of what it means To your heart and soul. Inspire wisdom Passionate thoughts Now look at what you’ve wrought Continue reading
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Food for Though
The path less taken So often empty and forsaken Will sometimes be true salvation And a cause for celebration Continue reading
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Food for Thought
Inner peace what is that? I’ve lost it, that’s a fact. Will I ever get it back? Anger and sadness rule my mind Place my heart into a bind. A way out I seek to find. Take a breathe. Let it go. See the way these thoughts will flow. Look and see what inside shows. Continue reading
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Relief
I let go today. Tossed away my pain, my anger It served no purpose, always leaving me empty Burned up inside, wondering always why. It slips away Peace takes it’s spot Can love bloom now within my heart? Perhaps. If I still do my part. The darkness, must be kept at bay An easy victim Continue reading
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What I Was
I used to seek attention But now I let it all go It became an addiction A slight fixation Upon that happy sensation. I clung to it in desperation. But now more I turn away. I walk alone No more to silently roam For my actions I must atone. Continue reading
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The Edge
I stand in the edge of a dual abyss Wondering to which do I turn. On either side I can tell something is amiss. Yet I yearn to plunge in, no I burn. One leads to madness, deep and dark. Filled with agony, despair, and discordant thought. It beckons me sweetly, with it’s sweet song. Continue reading
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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