Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Systems

Systems


Trying something new
Goals supported by systems
And not mere focus

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Tuesday, July 28, 2026

Honored

Honored


Pinch of tobacco, 
A libation of whiskey, 
Blood past and flowing.  


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Monday, July 27, 2026

Chalk

Chalk

A ship, Tic-Tac-Toe,
A few scribbles here and there,
All before the rain. 


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Sunday, July 26, 2026

Bothersome

Bothersome


How disappointing!
No answers at the bottom!
The search continues!







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Saturday, July 25, 2026

Hodiaŭ

Hodiaŭ


Ni sunbruliĝis 
dum naĝis ĉe la lago,
sed amuziĝis!


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Friday, July 24, 2026

Sorry

Sorry

I apologize
for the lack of a Haiku...
Oh. Wait. Never mind.  


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Thursday, July 23, 2026

A Pillager Rises

A Pillager Rises

A Pillager stands
rallying his troops before
they raid the village.





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Wednesday, July 22, 2026

Serv

Serv


Swirls and twirls and twists, 
Like a tornado it moves, 
Quickly to it's goal.  

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Reflection

Reflection

All my life, I've tried to play by the rules, 
and now it's half done, i find it's for naught
that men like myself have been played for fools 
that this world is nothing as we were taught.
Equality is fake, fairness a lie,
the rich buy their dreams, the poor drown in debt
so few breaking even before they die,
all 'cause they follow the rules that were set
by men who already own the whole world
to the point good men can't live a good life
even a decent life few can afford,
so we work and work to barely survive.
Is there no happy ending for good men?
Mere existence in a game we can't win? 


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Tuesday, July 21, 2026

Pitter-patter

Pitter-patter


I gained a minute. 
My mile at roughly fifteen.
Pick up the pace, Heath...




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Monday, July 20, 2026

Another

Another

Another chapter
and I am one step closer
to start the redraft.


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Sunday, July 19, 2026

Bike

Bike

As the sun rises
she quickly learns how to ride
as her old man beams!






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Saturday, July 18, 2026

Weep, Western Man!

Weep, Western Man!

Who in their right mind
Would spend five bucks for four cubes?
I weep for the West!



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Friday, July 17, 2026

Scout

Scout

He got past the door, 
and crossed the entire house
before getting shmooshed. 



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Thursday, July 16, 2026

Playtime

Playtime


What do you reckon
these creatures could talk about
other than numbers?


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Wednesday, July 15, 2026

How Tempting

 How Tempting


Dare I step inside
to be whisked to unknown lands
by the trickster folk?






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Any interest?

 Any interest?

Out of curiosity, is there any interest of anyone visiting for me to continue with the Keeping Watch story?
If there is, please let me know, otherwise, I will stop with the installments, and just wait to publish once it is finished. 
Lemme know

Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Endure

Endure

A kick to the gut, 
the silver bullet has failed, 
collapse continues.




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Monday, July 13, 2026

New

New


By the new moon light,
A new path to be revealed...
Truly a blessing!


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Overburdened Beast of Burden

Overburdened Beasts of Burden

How should a man spend his time on this earth?
Chasing paper like a dog would its tail,
that he should crawl on his knees from his birth,
a slave to the rich for years without fail
filling their bank accounts beyond the brim,
yet his children hunger while the rich feast...
He buys the lands that they rent back to him
at such a price he must work like a beast
still barely providing for his own blood.
When the rich man dies, their children are set,
The rich get their tombs, the poor man his mud
Still buried beneath a mountain of debt.
Their last hope: their kids can break the cycle
No longer chained by bastards with titles.   


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