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Dry Sand

I am losing my grip on reality It slips through my fingers Like dry sand Like memories of who I once was And I cry out in the darkness But God is not listening  And I feel myself a fool to speak to the air My bones ache My muscles cry out Comfort eludes me And those whom I love Have turned against me What must I do for solace I shouldn’t have to ask When the answer is so…

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I started too late

I started too late To find my voice Age has made me A slave To everyone But myself

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A new road to somewhere

A special note for both followers of my sister site, becomingsanta.net, after years of neglect that site has been taken down for a massive reboot. Hopefully, sometime before I expire the site will, like the legendary pheonix, Fawkes, rise from the ashes with a new purpose that appeals to at least a few readers and viewers. If you have an idea for the site, feel free to leave a comment or drop me…

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Beyond caring, but I care for you

If it was up to me I would sit alone In an empty house With only my Typewriter Whiskey And a cot But I am not alone You are with me Always with me So I concern myself with you Sharing time Cooking Cleaning Watching television Because while Imagination is limitless Our life together is finite And we must make of it what we can Sharing our joy and sorrow Sharing our breath Sharing our flesh It will…

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To the old spy

To the old spy

The secrets in your headRemain there foreverArchivedSome agedObsoleteUselessLike youYet you remain trueTo the covenantNever to reveal themNever to open the vault doorAnd let the sun shine inYou are the caretaker of secretsAnd sometimes youEnter the vault of your yesterdaysTo consider what you have seenTo ponder and analyzeAnd wonder if what youGleaned from the darknessHas application inThe light…

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Biding time

So I went to a luncheon For the retiree's association And I suddenly realized That I was staring into The same faces I had seen At the place my mother Lived before she died Old Gaunt Empty Like corpses biding their time trying so hard to be alive By eating spaghetti, meatballs, And chocolate cake And I wanted to run away To scream Because I am not them I am not spent and valueless I am here In…

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On the sea of futility

On the sea of futility

Did you ever feel likeYou were in a boatAloneOn a stormy seaAnd the boat was sinking?And you can't row the boat because you would have to stop bailing and the boat would sink?And you can't stop and fix the leak because you would have to stop bailing and the boat would sink?And you can't stop bailing because the amount of water flowing in is always greater than the amount you are able to bail…

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Most of us have stories

Most of us have stories

Most of us have stories.For some, the stories flowOut onto paperAnd are released into the world.For others, the stories Just keep spinning around in their headsNever to become part ofTheir shared histories.But for those without stories,Beware of them,Because they are dangerous.©2022 Kevin Fraleigh

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Friends, despite all

Friends are the people who want to know you even if you don't know why.©2022 Kevin Fraleigh

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A definition of horror

A definition of horror

True horror needn’t be explicit, rather it burrows into the deepest levels of your subconscious to draw out the darkness hidden there throughout your evolution, from the time before science explained away the unexplainable and violated the innocence of pure terror. ©2022 Kevin Fraleigh

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Before the words fade

Before the words fade

The stories are thereFully formed And if I don't capture them They will dissipate Leaving only regretUntil the regret itselfVanishesFor I am of the ageOf the diminishing mindIn time goneItselfForever©2022 Kevin Fraleigh

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I have finally realized...

I have finally realized…

I have finally realized thatThe tasks that need to be doneThe tasks I think I can doAndThe tasks I physically can doAre mutually incompatible

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Life gets in the way

Life gets in the way

My friend, Stephan, asks meIf I have been workingOn my novelsBut I have to tell himThat life too oftenGets in the wayAnd that I must sneakThe words inUnder her watchful eyeAnd although she does notMean to be cruelLife makes evenThe happiest home a gulagOf silent painWhere the only reliefComes in simple verseAnd metered rhyme isIs an extravaganceI cannot affordSo my novels will waitUntil I can…

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Memorial Day

Do not wear a flagIt's not Flag DayDon't thank me for my serviceIt's not Veterans DayOr Armed Forces DayMemorial Day Is notA day for celebrationBut a day for counting the costOf freedomDress yourself in mourningVisit a cemeteryHold a prayer vigilRecite the names of the deadBut most of all tell their storiesThe lost onesThe damaged onesThe willingAnd unwillingVictims of our inhumanityOf the…

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Forever and always, yours

Forever and always, yours

You are my wifeYou are my lifeYou have stood by meThrough my madness Through my painNot always able to shareNot always able to understand But thereWith meFor meI have given you too little joyAnd too many tearsBut those were born of somethingAt the beginningNeither of us expectedA loveThat would guide us throughOur shared destinyI with youAnd you with meNot owning or possessingBut free to hold…

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Should we be concerned?

Should we be concerned?

You read my wordsAnd you are  disturbed,Because I share my pain,My darkness,My emptiness,And I wonder,Sometimes aloud,If anyone hears me.But I know now that you do,It is reflected in your fear,In your concern,But do not be afraid,I will not hurt myself.I do not wishFor an easy escape from my pain,My anguish,My emptiness.Writing is my therapy.What about you?How do you confront the dark angelsThat…

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Unpacking my memories

I unpacked a lot today She said As we talked I talked Words Joy Anger Disappointment Betrayal Brother, why weren't you there for me She died alone Then tears My mother's death Still fresh An open wound But the tears speak Of more Yet to be confronted Childhood Yet to be explored But without memories How will the journey begin I have spent my life being strong Yet The thought of Displaying…