Tuesday Night Post #50

Hello,

Excuse my truancy.  Hears my note.

-DBL

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The count down

There is a measure of time

to flow in a rhythm of dread

With each given thought 

a new one is read

Center choices are renewed

Several become askew

There's one choice

flow foward never down

A choice overcomed 

from the ones that everyone removed

Sitting square with a lean

This lonely choice is obscene

Tuesday Night Post # 49

Criminals,

In all our individual squareness we still find a way to break law.  A break from images I settle for some words.

-DBL

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Stepping lightly in a maze

Every turn can be a phase

Let one fall the rest remain

From the top there is only fear

for all to swallow and disappear

In that moment civilization maintained

Laws are made to protect

Dignity left out by the great architect

Beast rely on the love

In the holes left by hasty design

Leeches settle in civil decline

Life is lived never shoved

In the mist of discontent

Masses drift with no vents

Shedding all that remains excess

In the end we find the truth

In nothing but the bitter root

Slowing down what needs not progress

Tuesday Night Post # 48

unfinished

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