in the swamp
up a tree
constant change
circles
Re: circles
only thing we can rely on
nothing will be the same
tomorrow
nothing will be the same
tomorrow
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: circles
my thoughts demand
I listen to this voice in my head
he can be such a know-it-all
I listen to this voice in my head
he can be such a know-it-all
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: circles
the coffee has yet to kick in
it just sits there in my belly
like a lazy liquid
it just sits there in my belly
like a lazy liquid
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: circles
the calendar says spring
but winter refuses to let go
like a heartbroken lover
but winter refuses to let go
like a heartbroken lover
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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went to the baseball game
last night twelve thousand
brave souls with hooded sweatshirts
baseball is best in summer
winter weather in spring
stings the ears
The Orioles have returned
from Florida
two down one hundred sixty to go
last night twelve thousand
brave souls with hooded sweatshirts
baseball is best in summer
winter weather in spring
stings the ears
The Orioles have returned
from Florida
two down one hundred sixty to go
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: circles
my beloved Birds
are flying higher than the moon
undefeated
are flying higher than the moon
undefeated
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: circles
weightless drift of eyes
I try to see my future
oh well
I try to see my future
oh well
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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the gypsy gave me a potion
but I poured it down the sink
love is on the back burner
it used to simmer front and center
even boil over at times
now the utility company turned off the gas
this is a new stage of life
never imagined in pompous youth
the peaceful quiet of solitude
but I poured it down the sink
love is on the back burner
it used to simmer front and center
even boil over at times
now the utility company turned off the gas
this is a new stage of life
never imagined in pompous youth
the peaceful quiet of solitude
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: circles
cherry tree explosion
pink blossoms dominate
my inner eye
pink blossoms dominate
my inner eye
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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mr. freeze is the big enchilada
he'll wipe out a flowering tulip tree
like stepping on an ant
he'll wipe out a flowering tulip tree
like stepping on an ant
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: circles
my responsibilities are self imposed
I continue this eternal ruse
as if I have no say in the matter
I continue this eternal ruse
as if I have no say in the matter
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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believe in change
all he ever wrote was
yesterday......no way!
all he ever wrote was
yesterday......no way!
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
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McCartney
Lennon
the tempo was right
Marx
Lenin
songwriters of a different chord
Lennon
the tempo was right
Marx
Lenin
songwriters of a different chord
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: circles
here in the moment
where I like to stay these days
is the urge to go back
here in the moment
where I like to be these days
is an urge to go forward
where I like to stay these days
is the urge to go back
here in the moment
where I like to be these days
is an urge to go forward
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism