Flying out for New Orleans tomorrow morning. It'll be a nice time with the fam and hopefully a franchise first in the city's future. I think I haven't been writing the paragraphs before the poems lately because I just haven't had much to say. I'm knee deep in some delicious mindless activities currently so I have little to report on. Well thats not true either. Maybe. Just maybe, I didn't want to say what I was thinking; not on the basis that it was too intimate, but rather that I'm afraid that if I say things aloud I may have to say or do other things to accompany the already spoken words. I just don't know If I can bear the thought of lonely words hanging in time and space... Maybe I'll speak up soon.
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PRO
I'm pro.
Snake you in the barrel.
You predicate the thoughts I sow.
Still haven't learned the things I know.
I'm Robin Hood without a bow.
Errant shots fly to and fro.
This sodding mess has retrieved the show.
Remembers lines lost long ago.
True form and shape light up, aglow.
Now flying straight, like the crow.
My plume does shine, bright as the snow.
And cries strike clear of pain and woe.
The time is now as time won't slow.
Along with me loss may grow.
Belief succeeds how, when, and know.
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