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  • crogers180 4d

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    Hello Mirakee friends! Just checking in. Miss you all. I've had to
    take some time away. I had another fall, with more severe injuries.
    Fractured wrist and a couple of ribs...scrapes and bruises. The
    pain has been too much to push through. Guess I need to concentrate
    on healing. I wish I could read your pieces, or write myself.
    But, I just don't have the strength.

    Take good care!! I'll be back soon

  • crogers180 2w

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    He had the charm of a rodeo cowboy,
    but, underneath, he was the bronco that
    could not be tamed.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 2w

    Freedom

    There were bones and
    There was blood,
    Long since laid and stained,
    Remnants of what the
    Earth could not consume
    Of a valour the war had claimed.
    Nobility and honour
    Met horror on the lines ~
    History in poetry, art and song,
    Principles that bind, that
    Justice bears no prejudice,
    And freedom's worth a fight
    To the finish, to the victory
    Of all that's wrong made
    Right.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 2w

    Twenty Year Affair ( with despair )

    If I was to sip from your cup again,
    Bitter or sweet...would it satisfy
    Or would I gulp down remorse
    Like a dolled up harlot come Sabbath?
    How deep is the seed of purpose,
    In the hardest of hearts.

    Thirteen years, and I remember still
    The scent of your intoxicating venom ~
    The kind that stops just short of death,
    Over and over again...
    Thrilling, and freightening addiction
    What craving could compare?

    Bacardi and Cola, elixir of choice,
    How you burn in my mind as you did
    In my throat, in my belly, in my body,
    Cold and clammy, thirsty as hell
    For the rush of euphoric capture ~
    Between passion and possession.

    O, lover of mine, I left you behind
    In the dust, on my way to deliverance.
    For, you were as cruel as you were comfort,
    And I missed the connection with life ~
    The kind a baby's born to know.
    Stolen innocence with each rendezvous.


    How could I have known, If only I'd known
    That what I thought was love was just a
    Twenty year affair with despair?

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 3w

    @writersnetwork Thank you so much for the kind repost!

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    Sycamore Lane

    2:am and the lights are out
    On Sycamore Lane.
    And the rain has come
    To drive me home
    Where I don't belong.
    I'm just a runaway.
    Gotta find my way
    By the light of the moon.
    Drenched and hungry,
    Still I keep walking...
    And the shivering cold
    Only tells me I'm alive.
    There is love to buy and
    Dope to try on Sycamore.
    Could this be it,
    Be better than that?
    I wonder why and how
    It's come to this...
    Nothing special anymore,
    Frilly dresses lay used up
    On the bedroom floor.
    Gotta close that door!
    Gonna find my way
    By the light of the moon.
    But, tell me ~

    Can I outrun the pain
    By walking in the rain
    Down Sycamore Lane?

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 3w

    The body breaks down when it can
    No longer bear the weight of the
    Heart's burdens.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 4w

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    Skeleton

    There's a skeleton
    On my back,
    A haunting presence
    Breathing
    Down my neck.
    Cold chills
    I cannot shake.
    Breaking free
    From the closet,
    Oh, there's a skeleton
    On my back.
    Searing memories,
    How they burn
    Through these
    Thinning garments
    Of time
    Into my skin
    And all its scars.
    Breaking down,
    I wonder now,
    Shall I carry
    To my grave,
    Secrets buried
    In its marrow -
    These bones
    That show no mercy.
    This monstrous,
    Ghastly skeleton
    On my back.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 4w

    @writersbay #twilightc

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    What is grace, but twilight ~
    Abating the fall of night,
    And what is surely to break
    Before dawn.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 4w

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    She danced ~
    She danced as if
    Her soul was on
    Fire.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 5w

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    Her eyes recited sonnets
    And she wore butterflies
    In her hair.

    ©crogers180