

you and i i and youYou have me riled up on the you side of the metaphor & and i'm starting to think thatyou and i i and you
freedom is taken too quickly to agonize over such things as
the music we listen and dance to the clothes we buy and wear where and what we eat what our jobs are & how well they pay
who our mothers and fathers are
i know we had moments
we had moments where everything stopped and only two people existed
you and i, i and you
our wants and desires are set to that latin beat of trumpets trombones and saxophones from the jazz
Sun

PollutionPollutionPollution
Somewhere beneath the rolling thunder of tires, the screeching breaks, the honks and beeps, beneath the cell phone jingles, the message alerts, the clak clak clak of bicycle spokes, beneath the endless chatter; the sighs, the yelps, the laughter. Even beneath the church bell that carries over the rooftops reminding us of the hour. Beneath it all, somewhere, there is silence. But, if we were to hear it we’d discover that silence is the loudest sound, a tidal wave of indifference. The black bird
Notre Dame
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~David aka Cirque freak
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~Wendy
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Good earth mother
Mountain and river
Taker and giver
In this hour of madness
I come to you
With blood on my knees
"Some poor people work all their lives, and all they ever make is money." ~Martin Wells
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~Wendy
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~Wendy
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