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The roar of an engine,
sound of an exhaust,
we will go racing,
no matter the cost.

Cast not stones
or words, sharp.
No matter what
Life is too short.

Stop picking on those,
different, than you.
Uniformity is not desired,
unless you are in the military.

Free thinking,
fresh ideas,
matter more now,
than ever.

Bored?
Write down,
your thoughts,
put them on paper.

Ravishing, is the word,
I see in thine eyes,
hiding the passion,
which I can't realize.

There is a joy,
I now, clearly see,
of your love for another.
I know it's not me.

I am undeserving
of any love, today,
for my love, forsaken,
has now gone away.

Do you remember the moment,
the first time we met.
I am trying hard to,
but I seemed to now forget.

Come my child,
take my hand,
as we travel to
a faraway land.

Travelling is free,
no need for money,
for it is the land
of milk and honey.

Paths of chocolate,
making you smile,
as we see a
licorice, crocodile.

Flowers of cotton candy,
won't cost you a cent.
They are free
from the oversize tent.

Sailing across
the whipped creme sea,
You must stay
close to me.

Flying high,
across this sweet land
of sunny beaches,
with brown sugar sand.

Blueberry sky's, with
marshmallow clouds,
the land is empty
no gathering crowds.

A path of caramel,
sweet chewy for you,
with dark chocolate
and milk chocolate, too.

When this day
is over and done,
you can be happy,
you can tell, everyone.

Remembering when,
life was young
and now is old.
The story of life,
can now be told.

Words begin to spin and twirl,
upside down, inside out.
Words are different,
whispers become a shout.

Blue is grey, red is too,
rainbow color, a hue,
aren't as colorful,
for all to view.

Mirroring the past,
when times were good,
news great to see,
nothing was misunderstood.
Unlike today.

Far off, life's beaten path,
he trod with weary foot.
On a mission, to survive,
his loss of mental state.

A loner, he was often called,
yet he still had close friends.
No interest in idle talk,
desiring to make life amends.

He loved many, it was said,
in a broad, platonic way,
persisting in his lot of life,
satisfying his soul, today.

Talking was good for him,
if about those he loved.
Cherishing those he knew,
as friends, from above.

There is something to be said,
about being shy and retiring.
It has nothing to do, other than,
it's present, in our wiring.

It is hard to believe, sometimes,
I was a shy, bashful, lout
and afraid to be in crowds,
until I realized, I could stand out.

A glob of words,
is what I think.
Some are great,
some just stink.
To paper they
will go in random jots.
I don't know why,
or have just forgot.
I need to escape,
from the place,
I'm in disgrace.
Why is my wife,
behaving this way?
She bit an attendant,
on this day.
I feel bad, not what to do,
knowing it won't help,
to yell at you.
Do you love me,
as you say you do
or is it something else,
waiting for you?

a puddle
a big splash
wet feet

a frog sat
on a bumpy log
water splashes.