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As a writer the only audience is a blank page,
add the quill and you get the rest.
May the myopic eye always see who you are and may
the ink always dry in your favor with a heart in print that
tells the world you are finally on the same page.
Daniel William Concharty
There is a Tree of Life in every person with your every soul
in the earth that sustains it.
To thee, the tree, that shades the world with a forest
of hearts and souls that grows ever resplendently.
Thank you for being the tree in me………………
from a friend in the wing on a tire swing..
How else dare I be alive………………………………………
I know you’re not just an ordinary old lady, but sometimes the ordinary
and the old become your new best friends.
I’m not a bad guy I just wanted to say hello to a soul where the world
still thinks about you.
Why is it so hard to connect with a person so far and wide and yet on their side
It should be so simple but we stammer in the shake of a hand shake.
Don’t hate me Pat just give me a pat and a fare thee well
and always I will remember you.
As blood breathes the pages that breeze the ages with blood
that stains the curdles……………………………
Daddy Stop It and give me a chance to live.
It hurt so and the bloody blue from left field never left me a ball player.
Daddy, let’s play catch one day………………………………………………………
Love your son,
I’m a piece of shit stepped in another’s soul and my soul is scraped
with discard and disgust when they’re done with me.
I’m only a pile of shit that feeds upon the world’s leftovers.
I’m only a pile of shit steeped in shit and always hope they’ll bring me home
at day’s end to their doorstep and wipe their feet shan’t spoil their home
with my soil.
Where shit dies save for the flies and the buzzword sings in a fly strip
and their shoes are left outside their door for garbage.
Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup, thank you, I always wanted a pet fly.
Erika Eureka ground zero you opened a hole in my heart
emotions flooded with each beat and the ball dropped, but I caught it
and salvaged what was left of last year that bring me today tomorrow tonight
with but a token for the subway to bring me home and never I’ll forget
I’ll ever be alone.
Don’t walk the corridor by yourself I’ll be the phantom guy by your side.
The horse ride bestride, so cold, but you warmed my heart as
our smokey breath spelled our initials against the cobalt world
and a starry night painted our picture.
We broke into the museum for you to see him and stole eternity’s moment.
Sirens sang and knew this was forever.
However we never saw each other again, but reproductions of the night hold tight
today, tomorrow tonight in our homes that roams in my heart always holding me
hand in hand and if we’re framed we’ll always hang together.