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perspective paints a picture in patterns I don’t recognize;
debating with my future with arguments that are compromised;
emotional ambiguity compels me to only incentivize;
religious indoctrination only seeks to ostracize;
dear ones’ whispers and cold silence sever any mortal ties

© Ryan J. Pearce 2022

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I stare at the clock
it says 11:59
I wait for something to happen
nothing does
there is no magic in the changing digits
in the delineation of minutes
hours
days
months
years
only the anticipation

every moment is new
there is magic in the novelty
that I don’t need a clock or calendar
to find
hope lives in those changing digits
in the delineation of minutes
hours
days
months
years
breathing anticipation

time is up and yet has just begun
bittersweet the sentiment
hollow celebration
for the mundane
for the potential in those changing digits
in the delineation of minutes
hours
days
months
years
trembling anticipation

© Ryan J. Pearce 2022

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as much as you think you love me
(know) I love you more

others may hold a place in my heart
(know) you are at the core

every single time I open my eyes
(know) you are what I am looking for

feel you have exhausted my love
(know) my passion will perpetually pour

fear I will ever leave you
(know) death is my only door

as long as life animates this body
(know) each heartbeat my love will ensure

and just like we always talked about
(know) my death will produce this lore

my energy will always seek and find you
(know) it is only ever to love you more

© Ryan J. Pearce 2021

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Ryan J. Pearce

Hitching a ride on this merry go round we call planet earth and commenting on what I see.