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Mothers on Ice

Can’t stand to see you bruised
popping oxy’s as rock stars copy
mimicking any available pain
they came from out of state
to this city of angels
much seems real
but what is fake
every sunny day
as cold winter shade
behind sunglasses
sits glazed eyes
so-cal inspired blinds
halts global consciousness
only as necessity
to keep distracted
from reality
you are safe
this is the battleground
where ideas fight to survive
all are worthy but some may die

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New Leaves on the Old Trees is a collection of poetry about love, war, death, rebirth, healing and transformation. Please feel free to leave any comments or questions. (under construction - thanks for following/liking in interim phase)

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