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I wish for a chance
a goodbye
Even if it’s a whisper
I can’t lie
The sound of your voice
can energize
And restore all the hope
that’s minimized
Minimized, I am fine
Even though that I know
these times
Are constantly cold
We grind
to rebuild our souls
we shine
My mind is a mess
no crime
to express all the stress
I find
Broken hearted over text
a few lines
in a world where the hate
is digitized
Digitized, these are the days
these are the times
These are, all of
the ways I’m
losing my mind
These are, all of
the ways I’m
choosing to find
We are, always a product
of family ties
I wanna rescue us
I wanna recuse us
Save Restore Restart
This psychology’s
has got to be
a lot to see
I’m a shell of myself
in the rocky sea
I constantly choose love
that will mark on me
and leave me in the cold
as a mockery
Hard to see
the valleys and peaks
Insanity and grief
since we sadly don’t speak
And since we don’t speak
we leave it over text
the misinterpretations that
come up from the stress
I guess it’s always
been this way
Here today and
gone today
Cause things change
with the quickness
And I’m just hoping
that you listen
But I guess it’s all
to be expected
The trauma we inherit
but we never dissect it
In the company of
those who love us
The solitude we choose
as we lose those
among us who love us
Do we dream the same things?
Do we synchronize in our sleep?
Somewhere along this dream?
We have to go back…
I see your face in every wave.
I hear your voice in every break.
If we make it past our past mistakes,
we can go right back where we started.
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11 20
02:32
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Now listen, these are the words
I say with conviction
I’ve given, all of my heart
without the restrictions
I’m missing, all of the
things that you used to say
The Heartbreak Hotel
is where I gotta stay
Hey, cause that’s what
happens when it all ends
The love that’s lost
when we aren’t friends
As I imagine
Momo Jarreau would say:
“The more things change,
the more they stay the same”
The more things change,
the more they stay the same
Look, I had visions of
vacays in matching J’s
All the joy that we’d find
as we’d laugh for days
All the joy that we’d find
in the plants we place
in a home of our own
but, sadly, babe
We’re so far away
I miss talking with you
and your momma
Who I still got love for
and still try to honor
And though it hurts
to imagine you with
another man
it doesn’t equate hate
cause I understand
But, damn, what good
is being a “good man”
if the same ending happens
in my stories unplanned
But, still, even though
we were short-lived
our time together
gave me support big
So, peep this love I give
This is the pain we sow
Everything that we know
Intergalactic glow
is nominal
Every day that we hold
onto the trauma, though
It’s possible, we can adjust our lens
and then become friends
with companionship
beyond the weekends
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G~Mile Sacramento, California
Poet.
Lyricist.
Singer.
Trumpet "Playa".
Dancer.
Comedian.
Entertainer.
Educator.
Motivational Speaker.
Storyteller.
Story gatherer. Deliverer of the Cinnamon Toast Crunch Hymns.
My words.
My thoughts.
For those who show love.
& for those who think they are "leaders" when they are really oppressors.
This is my soul on digital display.
All is Well.
Like Grandmama used to say.
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