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Monthly Archives: April 2013
The Blocks
The blocks that block me are made by me designed by me The mind chimes in to make me stay put don’t try just sit and watch tv I believe it all that’s the sad part I let it happen … Continue reading
The Groove Master
Had a chance for a chair but decided to blow up the idea Hide it for another day sabotage is so true but its more about fear of having everything I ve ever wanted I have never believed that even … Continue reading
Lost people
Summer is so lonely to be with many but the one The smile and the grass cant be much better Pushing so hard against something that I can never win Shooting myself in the foot before I have the gun … Continue reading
First we play then we Work
First we play then we Work Says the child to the Adult But I must make a living says the Adult Yes we can make a living while playing Says the child How? says the Adult by playing says the … Continue reading
grovin over
The place where the trees meet Whispering wind whips over the mountains The roots go deep Our roots go deeper How lower can the forest floor go Sound of rain and birds are so peaceful how will I go next … Continue reading
The Cheer Fairy (30 days of Poems)
All around the World the Cheer fairy visits and brings joy and love to all Some don’t like the way that feels so they quickly hide it by drinking or doing drugs Or Completely ignoring the feeling all together But … Continue reading
The Grid
oh there goes me off into the unknown watching the sun do the same thing its always done oh there goes my soul following me whole shadows a part of me I’ve come clean This electric force is so strong … Continue reading
The Distraction (30 days of poems)
Tv is blocking me The downloads are resting me The naked girls take me away from where Im supposed to be The mind seduces me All the excuses to stop me from the work Stop me from doing what I … Continue reading
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Grounding
All the past is here in the present I now own it all The trees salute me and ocean welcomes me My voice is rooted in the earth My bellow can be heard from here to infinity But I do … Continue reading
Selling the Farm (30 Days of Poems)
One by one they all are gone One by one they all are gone the mixes the beats the fantastic breeze The tire swing at the lake empty the wild strawberries go unpicked All for the glory of smog people … Continue reading
The Works of Joseph Sloan 