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07.22.25 Somewhere On A Tuesday

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07.21.25 Discoveries

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I’d Rather 07.20.25 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Somewhere into my mind reside Plain sight feelings there to hide All along another event horizon Like the periphery of upon time

Once it was and sow it is The way it’s always been Stilled approachably dispatched Until becoming mores detached

Enraged disengagement Engaged by proximation Wherein nothing of matter Is bereft of our life’s batter

Hinting back as darkness Their light cannot escape Glinting dreaming doubts Informs what is life about

Harkening always as a harbinger Darkening our every door’s step Where entropy’s shadow is kept Preying playing its waiting game

Lacking escaped velocity From who, how, and why Succumbing once denied Becoming what isn’t tried

Somewhere into my mind reside Plain sight feelings there to hide All along another event horizon Like the periphery of upon time

Once more again renewed Each day’s becoming play As paradigm shifts viewed To happily passing through

Where nothing else matters Like the behest of I’d rather Doing again sow as I please In everyday there is to seize

Darkening is always a harbinger Markings weighed every footstep Where entropy’s shadow is kept A rose again buy another’s name Obeying praying’s abating game

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07.19.25 A 28 Year Contact High

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07.14.25 Government Contracting

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07.14.25 Somewhere On A Monday

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Snake Bitten Nods 07.13.25 By Kevin R. Mitchell

In the years before he cared Nothing wasn’t dared Living freely unaware How one day it would all end One day how it all would end

Looking like their nightmares Walking through mores doors Parting like red sea waters Bound people everywhere People bound everywhere

What is left now do you think Lightning-fast sow don’t blink With faith divided by the drink Buy in testament, float or sink

Stepping up to challenge him Came bullies here and there Starting smugly and self assured Can you all guess how they fared You all can guess how they fared

With nothing left to lose And fear long forgotten No thoughts of kingdom’s come Wherein to rejoice with any one To rejoice wherein with any one

What is left now do you think Lightning-fast sow don’t blink With faith divided by the drink Buy in testament, float or sink

He was different than expected Like he dwelled outside of time Until, they never saw it coming They did learn, that he objected Did they learn, that he objected

Rejecting all advances With planning and guile Still burning like acid reflux bile He prances with his all-in smile Like acid reflux still burning bile

What is left now do you think Lightning-fast sow don’t blink With faith divided by the drink Buy in testament, float or sink

Buried fossils found in the shifting sand Remarks form our oral history unwritten Recalled primordial as a memory gland Fallen fruit from knowledge snake bitten Knowledge from fallen fruit snake bitten

Where water tastes like wine And everything else was fine Sullenly sacred and so divine Failing to get it right, this time To get it right, failing this time

What is left then, don’t you blink Lightning-fast pen, no don’t think With faith divided, buying into their drink Applied derive by testament, float or sink As our snake bitten nods, smile, and wink

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07.12.25 Like Riding A Bike

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Revered Like Patina 07.05.25 By Kevin R. Mitchell

We’ve all seen how it happens Told in stories throughout time Where about some center gathers Those special people into a cause Against a better life all in was sold

Whether righteous or nefarious A call compelling just the same After everything’s been forgotten We all still remember their names Taken in by action brave and bold

Thinking’s revered like patina Becomes colored by the rose As something nears nostalgia Drinking water from our hose Like a story from days of old

Sow to gather fruits from seed Reaching out beyond as need Somewhere like a buried lead Spikes stigmata until we heed

Highlights in the fading night Break waves of second sight Returning doubts present past Tracing thoughts shadow cast Until a better life all in was sold

Becoming one as time and space For in a moment falls every place Looking back cubist to see before What’s behind a well-placed door Taken aback action brave or bold

From a sycophantic cacophony Splintered in math’s dichotomy Forms into syncopation syncope Across our unrelenting open sea Sold like stories from days of old

Sow to gather fruits from seed Reaching out beyond as need Somewhere like a buried lead Spikes stigmata until we heed

Hear they stand for nevermore Miles of marks scored the land Prostrate before a better plane Defined by four corners square Forms better life all in foretold

Here they stand for nevermore Miles of marks scored the land Prostrate before our better plain Defined buy four corners square From a better life all in’s foretold

A reading into what isn’t there Hoping for more than we dare Still holding a dead man’s pair With our backs against a wall Taken by action brave or bold

Sow quiet just before last call Like those legends we all fall As our fires dim black to ash Cold or tired teeth will gnash Like a story from days of old

Sow to gather fruits from seed Reaching out beyond as need Somewhere like a buried lead Spikes stigmata until we heed

Against a better life all in was sold Taken in by action brave and bold Like those stories from days of old A brimstone pulpit preacher scolds Given in to fear for your very souls

Thinking’s revered like patina Becomes colored by the rose As something nears nostalgia Drinking water from our hose Like a story from days of old

We’ve all seen how it happens Told in stories throughout time Where about some center gathers Those special people into a cause Against a better life all in was sold

Take hold forget what you know Sowing seeds do as you’re told Hearing corruption we all heed Bearing lies behind every lead Until salvation wait to be freed

Sow to gather fruits from seed Reaching out beyond as need Somewhere like a buried lead Spikes stigmata until we heed Weights salvation to be freed

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07.04.25 1776

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07.01.25 Something About A Tuesday

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Canterbury Pilgrims 06.29.25 By Kevin R. Mitchell

I’ve been slowly rocking; On our porch, our porch. Hoping for a cool breeze; In to blow, in to blow. Like those winds of change; Sow foretold, sow foretold. Before more bad mores; Do take hold, do take hold. We can’t bake much more; Been too hot, been too hot.

Like fire and brimstone of old; Preacher scolds, Preacher scolds. Trying hard to scare the flock; Back to the fold, back to the fold. Traveling down a dusty road; People gather round, gather round. To hear Canterbury pilgrims; Telling tales, telling tales. About poor repentant Jonah; In the belly of a whale, belly of a whale.

There praying for forgiveness; Been too bold, been too bold. Reeling from a wrath of consequences; For not doing as we’re told, as we’re told. Breaking down our gold fallacious facades; Tower of Babel falling down, Babel falling down. Casts a pall on all our ambitions; Pride to fear, pride to fear. As our end of days nears; Do you hear, do you hear.

Body is back on the frame; Not the same, not the same. Something like singing; life's refrain, life's refrain. Watching an hourglass drain; Sands of time, sands of time. All our memories pass; Nothing lasts, nothing lasts. Until the body is back; On the frame, on the frame.

Trading testament’s salvation; For some coins, for some coins. Still buying what comes free; Can you see, can you see. Burns into a willful heart; Till we part, till we part. Still taken aback by the scorch; Rocking on the porch, on the porch. Simple like those good days of old; We’ve been sold, we’ve been sold.

Before winds of change; Sow foretold, sow foretold. Puts a body back on the frame; Not the same, not the same. After memories pass; Nothing lasts, nothing lasts. Casts a pall on our ambitions; Pride to fear, pride to fear. Like Tower of Babel falling down; We are bound, we are bound.

Buy those trumpet taps sounds; Gather round, gather round. As we place bodies in the ground; Souls unbound, souls unbound. Blowing dust across the land; Sands of time, sands of time. Until everything is change; Just the same, just the same. When somebody is back; On the frame, on the frame.

Seeking fortune’s restraint; Not the same, not the same. Something like singing; life's refrain, life's refrain. Watching an hourglass drain; Sands of time, sands of time. As our memories pass; Nothing lasts, nothing lasts. Until we again all hear; Just the same, Just the same.

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06.29.25 Sunday Morning Walk

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06.29.25 Once Upon A Moment

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06.28.25 Time To Reflect

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Long messages Unsent 06.27.25 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Starting out with words That never were heard Twisting a once upon time Into what hasn’t been said

Strumming to drive In lyrics lifting to lilt Paraphrasing a life In precipitous shift

From how we parted Somewhere’s before To crossing asunder Reclaiming wonders

That was it then This is how now Tap misdirection Resisting a spin

Looking for something Fair behind every look Recorded for posterity In an out-of-print book

Relying on data Drifting in space Diligence missing Innertube hissing

Floating to boating Bloating with pride Divining a thought Taken in for a ride

Backed into beginnings At our end of days’ time Running out of a what was Straight into what still isn’t

Perhaps it’s not déjà vu But certainly reminiscent Remiss not too considered Buy another’s come hither

Hear before a plies upon rent For how a living’s been spent Deleted like long messages unsent Wondering where all our time went

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06.27.25 A Comfortable Chair