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These Shackled Arms

23 June, 2011 (12:00) | Wax Poetic

The bracelet labeled “Corporate Whore”, I’ve worn since I got my foot in the door, They bent me over the desk, and I begged to work more, So that I can pay for things I can’t afford.   The watch that ticks the time, Reminds me of times I watched slip by, Every opportunity missed, […]

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lightning crashes, a new mother cries

26 May, 2011 (12:00) | Wax Poetic

A Mother’s Loss As my son bends his knees Under his blanket, enjoying his dreams I place my head on the doorway Wanting to tell him that I don’t have the words to say. Every morning he grabs his bag, and darts for that yellow bus As I wave farewell, and thank God for how […]

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You Drive Me Crazy

28 April, 2011 (12:00) | Wax Poetic

I’m hugging a pillow But I wish I had my arms around you The road winds around a mountain And I enjoy the never-ending view The farthest peak seems so far But you’re beyond them still And if I could drive that distance, I would But a car will never get me there I’m listening […]

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War

24 March, 2011 (12:00) | Wax Poetic

A soldier marches into war for someone’s future, But he has no guarantee of his own. A soldier will give up his own life and chance to live it, To save everyone he loves back home. The collective sacrifice of these mostly youthful lives, Makes you wonder how much progress we make when one dies. […]

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Winter

10 February, 2011 (12:00) | Wax Poetic

White fields where three white-tailed deer trot, And the snow covered branches of 2 trees that used to hold a cot. How can so much liveliness cease to make a sound? How can the snow flake silently touch the ground? The country house door flies open as 2 bundles of youthful life run out. With […]

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The City

27 January, 2011 (12:00) | Wax Poetic

The naked trees wave white plastic bags Like wounded soldiers waving surrender flags Sirens scream from the project heights Homeless were once suburbanites Multiple stab wound lies on the street While the starving steal the shoes from his feet Where the in want out, and the out want in Where lives end, and business negotiations […]

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