Work

Relectantly I
Amass an expanding wealth
At the cost of worth

Hey guys,

This one comes from my general mood about my work. I enjoy my work, at least at a social level, but find that too much of my time goes into working/recovering from work that I lose the valuable time I should be writing… or reflecting.

Cheers for visiting my page!

-dicemaned

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Appreciative

Upon this path I stand conflicted

Behind a pain too great, ahead a stray hope

Each step a journey

seen with a weather stained telescope.

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Laden with burdens taken willingly

Begrudgingly I remember how I couldnt cope

Adding more weight to my shoulder

Back arched, yet I trudge higher up this slope.

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A dawn rises and I feel priviledged

There was a time my only course, a rope

So every day away from the gurney

Is a day I shall not mope.

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Even if every step was not taken merrily

Each new day breathes imagery like a kaleidoscope

and another chance to grow ever older

Makes this grand journey worth its wide scope.

Bunny

I started looking at a concrete roof.

A box, a plane, a trip I made

A birthday party, the day I met her.

She was two, I couldnt speak but she loved me anyway.

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Stuffing was my center and I watched her grow.

From two to five to ten did she mature.

One day she left and a hug did I not recieve.

But a box to sit in, and left with my memories.

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I woke in a little corner shop.

My ear fraying, my chest loose.

An age I sat, watching other little children pass.

Unable to talk, watching, filled with nostolgia.

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A decade or two I sat

Sometimes here and sometimes there

The girl was no longer that, but I still remember.

Her smile, her mirth.

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I was bought today!

A woman was she now

A gift for puppy, my innards revealed

Though she didnt recognise me

I was back again in her life.

A need to create your own meaning

Butterfly off the shelves

Caterpillar and plywoods

Bees s’ants and crickets

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Food from the beginning of the circle

Which is also the end

an endless butterfly spreads its wings

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Lands on toast

Crumbs falling in a glass

A timeless hunger

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A spicey mood

Tempted by cumin forth

Chilli I am, a sweater in need.

O woe is my condition

As I grasp for a gasp of air

pressure wells and wells

a heart filled with despair

sickness struck from the fells.

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The glutinous mass comes from this shell

absorbs and consumes all that remain

with a cough and a wheeze I try to expel

this weight off my chest does not wane.

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A dizziness rocks and feigns stupor

Oblivion! The world crashes and tries to spew

I am told to be strong, to be a trooper

I fear this is folly, for I have man flu.