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 A Stick in The Mud Congratulations 7/16/2017
 Heaven And Hell Love 7/16/2017
 Hatred Cowboy Poems 7/15/2017
 Conceive Believe Achieve Inspirational Poems 7/15/2017
 Death Dedications 7/15/2017
 The Rolling Air Love 7/15/2017
 Reverie Congratulations 7/14/2017
 Warhol Dedications 7/14/2017
 Deliverance Love 7/14/2017
 The Will To Live Love 7/9/2017
 Save The Earth Love 7/9/2017
 Fond Remembrances Love 7/9/2017
 Life Congratulations 7/8/2017
 Far Side Of The Hill Love 7/6/2017
 Tears Love 7/6/2017
 Quiet Ruler Love 7/6/2017
 The Pass Love 7/6/2017
 A Raindrop Love 7/4/2017
 Span of Time Love 7/4/2017
 Backyard Fences Cowboy Poems 7/3/2017
 Quiet Life Love 7/2/2017
 A Universal Mirage Love 7/2/2017
 Eyes Are Diamonds Love 7/1/2017
 The Sphere Congratulations 7/1/2017
 Run The Good Race Inspirational Poems 6/30/2017
 There Coming To Get You Barbara Fantasy Poems 6/30/2017
 Reflection Love 6/29/2017
 Jesus Christ Inspirational Poems 6/29/2017
 Midnight Encounter Love 6/27/2017
 My Prayer Inspirational Poems 6/27/2017
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A Stick in The Mud

A Stick In The Mud

the ground was wet on that hot day
beautiful ashes torn in the mockery of its sphere
yet I stand alone here waiting
waiting for a next move to be made

my couch is my friend
a dismal purpose to construct my laziness
onto a distant land I seek yet alone on my two feet
I washed the residue off my face

this time I see a mere reflection of what's good inside
days of endless worry in such a reflective way
humble myself to bow the knee to pray
words can express the love that one has inside

Some search as if nomadic herdsmen in sight
others ponder the reluctance to reach heaven's door
still inside there are screams falling apart at the seams
we sweep the rubbish under the rug

falling head long into the vile extreme
we slowly come unglued as fools learn to swim
yet I'm stuck in the mud with the hope to endure
the steam of hot lava erupting from within

one can become carnal if their head is not on straight
tossing and turning through the madness of the day
release the fire from within to find the hidden desire with out
a cause to reflect in its sparkling array of brilliance intact

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