When Bombs Start Falling
The Futility Erupts
Of Our Picking Sides
Category: Frustrations
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As Some Days Wind Down All That’s Left is Looking For God in the Shadows
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Morning Mist Rushing
Beneath Street Lamps Urgent and
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Snow Falls Like Dreaming
Talking to Myself, Believing
Not a Single Word
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Sad ain’t nothing new,
Joy, no bright eyed chick, despite
All our best efforts.
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Going down in flames
Sometimes there ain’t no winning
In a perfect world
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Today was only
A short list of minor things
Hoping they add up
A Year in Haiku 