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A Prison Filled With Smoke

 I drew with a pencil that broke in the middle I drew with the shorter half that choked on the riddle I knew it was going to be harder to hide my fiddle I drew on top of a scar that had been ripped open too far I drew the stitches to cover the leakage in rage I made the lead to break I drew dark glasses to hide my eyes from lies that cover my face I drew empty classes where I teach freedom I knew no one would come and take the risk that it encompasses I drew the bucket  that has holes everywhere I drew the station that never sees a train only the pain of everything passing right through the empty tracks I drew a relation that is always in tension what should I say how should I pay what should I do not to stay I drew a blanket to cover my soul I drew a bullet to destroy the ghoul I knew someone will call me out I knew someone will shout I drew a chair where I can sit and think about being fair I drew a floor filled with gravity of good time smoke gathered around me suddenly, I ...
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Dogs

Dogs greet,
everytime,
they meet,
they meet,
everytime,
like the first time,

pushing their,
wet nose against you,
to play,
everytime an urge to,
rush and stay..

while sleeping,
when aproached,
their tail,
would still keep dancing,
while digging their,
sniffs onto their toys,
they come to you,
all jumpy and pouncing,
with eyes seeking,
approvals...

They keep you protected,
in a manner like,
no one else,
they check if you are okay,
and follow you,
to a cave or,
a shabby mess..

They make requests,
which even though,
hit rejects,
doesn't end up,
reflecting stature,
rubbing themselves,
all over you,
they sit alongside,
as if they are,
always ready for the ride,
whenever...

If it's late,
They wait,
If it's hate,
They relate,
If it's tears,
They seek to distract..
Trust me,
At some point they do,
Have the power to read your mind..

They come to check,
On you at night,
They always acknowledge,
That you are right,
Your daughter just adores it's presence,
Even though more often they fight..
And while you walk ahead,
You will always find them behind..

I can go on and on..
But his toy is squeaking on my lap,
While his tail is wagging like a windy snap,
So while I storm out,
With 4 feet's running right after,
Share your abode with an animal and thank me later...


*Dedicated to our furry friend Brownie, who came and became a part of our world on 8/28/2022.



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