today is broken
and yesterday was broken
tomorrow will be broken

but i love each of these anyway
and everyone in them
because that is what love is all about

if i keep caring i might discover
today is not broken nor yesterday
nor tomorrow



3.29.20

when the wind picks up
and i am alone on the way back

my eyes remind me
in what i see of a mustang horse

a running horse in the sky
that can bring my love back to me

3rd day of spring
hearing the tolling of a bell
sounding soft and far away
you can't help but listen

like all of us in seclusion
in a time of plague
whatever you do
that is who you are


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everything i did and said was deniable
except this what i just wrote



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they asked me if i would rather be hungry or sad
i told them i would bear any misery on a full stomach
just like everyone else in the world



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we've come to this moment
for me to lie and say i can play the guitar
and after i've hoisted it and we've taken our pictures
oh my fingers are so tired my wrist so stiff from playing all night





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not every man is a genius in his own hour
nor a hero in his own house

it is just the way it is if it is
not be formed for the age you live in

so everything you do is off
there is no closing the circle because

you might live with someone or alone
but either way you are a coward

but even cowards strive for better days
some find peace in what seems to be disaster

even courage
even faith


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