poetry
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Working Dream
There has to be more to life than this. The daily grind, puts one in a bind Continue reading
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Chaotic Rambler
Sometimes the words just push themselves forward. Without any warning, without any reason. It can be chaos, yet filled with order. Its madness, yet I love it. Continue reading
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Mysterious
why do we try? why do we love? Its mystery sent from above. For we can never learn it all, and I think thats just why we love. The thrill of the unknown calls to us. Continue reading
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Material things
Iron and steel will bend and sway, over time it all fades away. 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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