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Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

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Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Please Live

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

Morning Candle

Welcome Jack

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Frozen Retreat

Sacred Crone

A Silent Knowing

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

Young girl

To the sea

Mountain Morning Lakeside Fishing

Dragged

I'm Strong Enough to Thank You

Every Step

Whatever!

Carpe Diem

JOEL

A mon fils

TO SARA

GrAttitude

Senses

Crisp and Clear

For everyone and no one

Random Joy

Redemption

 

Man with no name

Secret agent, pinstriped suit,
piece on his hip ready to shoot.
Superspy, licensed to kill,
sight of action and time stands still.

Has no name and doesn't exist,
a number on an unknown list.
Classed on a scale from one to ten,
he's one of the President's men.

Big bank account high in the sky,
you only live once, so fly or die.
When caught, a person unknown,
succeed, a hero comes home.

Espionage, does not exist,
they say with clenched fist.
That's done by the other side,
We've got nothing to hide.

Dirty tricks, life on the line,
just a simple sign of the time.
Spy, agent or pawn, just a name,
survival is the name of the game.





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