If I 
let her go
If I start to trust myself
If Joy is for Living-
laughter is my soul
then-delay the clock
and rest a little while.
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She winked and I winked back.
Right in the sol of my lungs
we shattered our rest
to breathe
in a new wide sun
She’s a cooling-fire.
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When I grow up I’ll fly…
with silver cufflinks
chained to the free
engaged for their own sacred prosperity.
When I grow up no need for money man against man
One toward the penny the other toward the land
Rigid cold,freezing
Broken legs ,so learned to fly
Taking to the bitter dirt
I moved sluggishly on my stubby joints
Parting the mud between
the soul and body
when I grow up
I’ll fly ….
Thanks everyone the most comments on this poem.I’ll Fly, so much love…
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Naw,naw naw.
Don’t go crying down my kitchen sink.
Shadow-calling God in Make believe.
Somewhere past the moon squares.
Where men are made of snow.
Fiery rains a comin,
Ya can’t fix stupid, everywhere you go.
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