The Write-eous Way.
©-MFB III
I write to bleed
an excercise to excise
the toxins of angst
from my taxed brain.
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Useless wars,
town hell meetings,
child abuse, greedy banks
and so many other human follies
motivate me to cry out.
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I also seek to share
the overabundance of love,
that graces my days,
wringing my soul out
like a washcloth
over those who are parched
for drenchings of hope,
in their lonely conclaves.
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Nature often moves me
like a ball of dandelion seed,
my thoughts tumbling in awe
at the vast beauty before me,
as I spread my fertile thoughts
in cotton soft plantings of words.
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I write to reach
all that is untouchable,
my black keys
opening closed minds
just enough perhaps to
insert other possibilities
left unconsidered.
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Newspapers are
my main medium,
the remnants of
trees executed
so that I can bark,
and take my leaves
in fanciful thought.
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Placing alpha-bets
in a gamble that might
make others winners
in the game of life.
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But mainly because
some higher force
fills me with an
enlightenment.
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I am but one
of many candles
graced with the fires of
heavenly thoughts
illuminating the darkness
that grips our world.
