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Let Pain Be Your Guide
The Austin Band. Let pain be your guide. These are lyrics to a song sung by a band quoted to me by a doctor I just saw about some ankle and foot problems I’ve been having. Stemming all from chronic pain in my foot. I’m pretty sure when I filled out the paperwork for them Continue reading
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For A Smile I’d Go Miles
Bless the air that gives breath,and those who I’ve hinderedfrom the songs I’ve renderedfrom birth that I got off my chest. I love to think I can go on,singing a joyous song.I wish others could ride alongand see me at my best. I don’t know what that is,proud is my heart it’s loudto confess the Continue reading
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It’s True…
I don’t know what fate brings,we are bound by boundsno one knows what songs singthat bring ill fate around. I will kill for you if I have to,bury bodies if necessaryif things are straight, hairy,red or blue we can forget it too. Nothing will keep me youfrom being what I knew years agothat make it Continue reading
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King Of The Lonely
Forever ago there was a halo,bright upon my head I’m feddaily though it was ages ago;my first love I held thrice instead. Fourteen I was a pain misunderstood,at the end of dead end roadsthen in my twenty’s, then thirties I could notlet the dirty feelings not erode. I tried to move on with time,then time Continue reading
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All In The Past (Why I Wanted To Be An FBI Agent)
The 1997 Emmy Awards saw Gillian Anderson win her an Outstanding Lead Actress role for her work on Season 4 of the X Files. I loved that show. It wasn’t just the Aliens and conspiracies either. But…if you can remember the story line of his sister, well, season 4 had an episode called, “Paper Hearts” Continue reading
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As The World Burns We Smile…Regards, Raven
If you want to know what really makes me mad: Is when people who know the right thing to do, who have the capability to do something about it and don’t, I don’t understand. No need laboring in thought over it. I’d rather labor over enjoyable thoughts. It is innate that we as a species Continue reading
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I Remember When I Stopped Loving Her
Sobriety is freedom. Sober living let’s a mind heal. As the memories come back I remember when she told me her tale. Which was quite literally a tail. To try to understand what our love was understanding the meaning of devotion. Marriage would seal those bonds I thought. But the intimate nature of living with Continue reading
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Beloved…
The darkness is a turnthe more about life I learnand you do too you will love yearnbut be quick to defend be stern. Discipline in your life,will give you structure end strife,and be beautiful outsidewhat eyes can see in your stride. Forever we are blood I seethe eternal grace endlesslyyou drove out my raging seawhen Continue reading
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Padre
All my lifefrom the vinecame wineand intoxicated times. Lost in cloudswith loving supportI knew a thing I would calla father’s twisted rapport. Friction father,please take a breath.Discipline me not I’madmonished to death. I hear your wordsclear over the yearsrewind in my mind andall I’ve for you is fear. The end is near now,you’d think so Continue reading
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Sympathetic Devil
It is the fabric of societyto exceed expectations forthe implications madeunder the guise of lies. Our illusions I will them,for our sweet precious peril,into the fathoms of an expansefull hope for a sympathetic devil. Pray and prey with meinto cadeavors made of iron,turned dust in the endfull of love into the fire. Feel freedom and Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 