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Fighting the current of life. Between darkness and light. La mer de mort. Trinity highway: beyond the lines. You can’t run far. Escaping the clouds as the plane descends. Toward my hometown by the western shore. Nothing here to mourn, no way to make amends. No one meets me at the airport anymore. Drifting through the crumbling buildings. Blankets of fog shroud a concrete tomb. Ashen streets filled with broken spirits. Wandering through the rain and gloom. Places once explored, friends since lost. Apropos...

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between darkness and light | Swimming Upstream

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Fighting the current of life. Between darkness and light. La mer de mort. Trinity highway: beyond the lines. You can’t run far. Between darkness and light. Between darkness and light. The sun beats mercilessly down. Searing my eyes, erasing the shadows. Drowning my spirit in light. It’s too bright, too clear. I can see too much, too many,. Too close, too strong, too good. Stop pulling me, dragging me, up to the sun. Can’t you leave me in this darkened hole. To fade away, and disappear? Leave a Comment Ca...

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opposite cats | Swimming Upstream

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Fighting the current of life. Between darkness and light. La mer de mort. Trinity highway: beyond the lines. You can’t run far. It was a grey morning, a foggy day,. The sky and the concrete, both sullen and grey. Like the tabby who watches, detached,. As two cats stare at each other. A black cat on the fence,. A white cat under the car. A human would find it bizarre,. Opposing cats staring from afar,. Waiting for the other to blink. Like gunslingers before high noon. Kill a bird, or a mouse. Fill in your...

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untitled rain poem | Swimming Upstream

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Fighting the current of life. Between darkness and light. La mer de mort. Trinity highway: beyond the lines. You can’t run far. I make the rain. Gently falling from the clouds like weeping eyes. Running down the window pane, the tears on my face. For what we had in another time and place. I ride the flood. Raging currents, regrets I feel inside. Overwhelming me, I begin to drown. In sorrow for the days that we had known. I am the ocean. Swallowing despair from a generation. Leave a Comment Cancel reply.

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stained | Swimming Upstream

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Fighting the current of life. Between darkness and light. La mer de mort. Trinity highway: beyond the lines. You can’t run far. Another rainy day in the city. Cascading down the walls and window panes. No need to wash the walk today. As feelings trickle down the drain. Well-heeled patrons crowd the cafes and the delis. It’s much too wet to sit outside. Except a man in a slicker, soaking, smoking,. Reading the Times as he sips his tea. His cigarette crumbles, the ember extinguished. Enter your comment here.

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cast of millions | Swimming Upstream

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Fighting the current of life. Between darkness and light. La mer de mort. Trinity highway: beyond the lines. You can’t run far. In a cast of millions. I’m alone in a crowd. So many faces, but no one else frowns. I’m just an extra in a movie. About the dreamers and the optimists. And a million happy endings. I blew the audition,. I’m not in the cast. I’m Bystander #4, and you know I won’t last. Zombies, plane crash, or a cruel twist of fate. Ensures I won’t be in the sequel. I won’t get an award, but.

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you can’t run far | Swimming Upstream

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Fighting the current of life. Between darkness and light. La mer de mort. Trinity highway: beyond the lines. You can’t run far. You can’t run far. You can’t run far. Before you get closer, I’ve got to admit. I’m nowhere near normal, my psyche is split. The darkness returns and it’s blowing my mind. I’ll only be sane for a limited time. I’m taking my pills, but one never knows. If they’re working good, or healing my scars. When you’re trying to run from your head,. You can’t run far…. You can’t run ...

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fields of light | Swimming Upstream

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Fighting the current of life. Between darkness and light. La mer de mort. Trinity highway: beyond the lines. You can’t run far. January 24, 2012. January 24, 2012. Shining, glowing from beyond. No trucks or cars. Just us, gazing in wonder. Dazzled by your shimmering hair. Reflected in your loving eyes. A wanting world intrudes. Can we ever return. To our fields of light? A suggestion for Coca Cola. Abort, retry, fail →. Leave a Comment Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).

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Fighting the current of life. Between darkness and light. La mer de mort. Trinity highway: beyond the lines. You can’t run far. Frost, in the gathering light of dawn. Embracing autumn leaves before they fall. Coating dried corn and pumpkin fields. Weighing down the grasses’ final growth. Covering rooftops and window panes. Painting the landscape in white crystals. Resisting the sun’s golden breath. Frost, just a memory. Disappearing into ephemeral vapor. Or melting into ordinary dew. Other fish in the sea.