these old shoes……Haiku

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to read by
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these old shoes
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these old shoes of mine…

walked the twisting, painful path

that has marked this life.

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my innocence lost…

psyche and body so bruised,

i ran at fourteen.

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and these old shoes stood

steadfast and true…. with me in

my loneliest hours.

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i can’t let them die…

stitching them back together,

again… and… again.

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i don’t yearn for much…

these days….. my miracles are

the moments i’m in.

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my needs are simple,

f a m i l y…. is my fashion.
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‘shoes, just get me…..h o m e’

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for my sister Melanie,
ty for your courage.

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n o w

i

no

longer

yearn,

for the

next

big thing
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it’s

every

t i m e

we spend,

it’s

u s

here

n o w
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y o u

show me

l o v e,

deeper

than merely

skin on skin
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our

hearts

they beat

t o g e t h e r,

we bleed

as one
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your

eyes say

a l w a y s,

come

h o m e

to me
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your

lips mouth

w o r d s,

that

feed my

s o u l
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your

arms

they

hold me,

i know

i n f i n i t y
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it’s

your l o v e…

and it’s

a l l

i will

e v e r

need,

to

b e
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this poem was written to the tempo of this song.
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::::h u m::::

maybe
i should
consider

success

or

failure

but
something
about

expectation

a sure
toxin
of

c r e a t i v i t y,

a fog
blurring
my t r u t h.

and here n o w,
in its forgiving
s o l i t u d e

exhuming

examining

expelling

expressing

w o r d s

my every
scattering
detail

a l i g n i n g,

p o e t r y
breathing
her steady

::::h u m::::

..beat

…..tempo

…………rythym

………………….harmony

…………………………u n i v e r s e

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