

Series of Juxtaposed ThoughtsClap your hands for the red cross volunteer Who took shots out in Vietnam He was in the thick of it while you were at home Living, he was dying So that others could live That man was Jesus in another lifetime Wearing His legacy On his sleeveSeries of Juxtaposed Thoughts
I am just a simple farmer With simple dreams Simple complications A house that is to full of unrest to call home Filled with noise and arguments
Home is where the heart is My heart beats in this place But sometimes I ask myself Does my heart beat for this place?


The CapHe wore a hat on his head It was tweed A button on the top He thought it made him look bohemian And anybody who saw him would know That he didn't think like the masses No, he was a rebel A Ginsberg a Parker And yet, the tightest screw in the machine He didn't want to throw a wrench in the cogs No, he needed that wrench to free himself His tweed hat was a flare That he shot out into society Washing the periodicals and "Now Hiring" signs With anti-establishment sun rays A mentor He was a teacher of French And life lessons Nobody's perfectThe Cap

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We say we love flowers, yet we pick them... We say we love trees, yet we cut them down... And some people still wonder why they are afraid when they are told they are loved...
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rachel lauren photography.
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I learned that everyone is beautiful if you squint your eyes a bit.....
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