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the final project:
the poetry collection
Our stories (Sandy & I's-- probably you, too) in one: about the hold failure, passion, and love have on all of us.
"You spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time."
- Jim Bouton
II. To be passionate
What is it to offer up your soul?
For a price, it is costly
You pour seconds into crafting perfection
And with each tick of the clock,
A piece of you: gone.
Like Mom selling your toys in the yard without permission
I've sold my soul; gotten nothing in return
Pawning for perfection, I'm penniless
Out of soul,
Out of seconds
III. I will protect you
They say yawns are contagious
And what of tears
Your pain is mine
I put it on like a cloak,
Put on armor &
Go to war for you daily.
You are the temple--
I am the mighty monk
Dressed in flowing robes
Cloaked in your tears,
In my anger.
I'll save you
--I've tried.
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IV. I will protect you part 2
And although I go to war for you daily
My efforts fail,
The temple crumbling
Don't listen to them
Don't lower your head
Trails of salt glistening on your cheeks
Close your ears
Close them tight
I lie awake, worried you'll hate the world &
Wish to leave it
Tears unfolding,
Buckets of sky
--don't cry.
I. Falling short
i am so tired.
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striving hard for
moun
settling instead in empty streets
my words pass by
in crumpled newspapers;
tumbleweeds.
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