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12.27.24 Last Friday Of The Year

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Rockets Full Of Dimes 12.27.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

A subtraction from abundance Behold it seems a simple plan A foundation laid for greatness Where its monument will stand

Built once upon dichotomy Between our zero and one Where everything’s a battle And everyone pays for fun

Abstractions born from purpose As winning weighs in worthless Forms nothing left for purchase Heralds by philanthropic crimes

Built once upon dichotomy Between our zero and one Where everything’s a battle And everyone pays for fun

With his pockets full of dimes And some mores story to tell Passed down form generations Harms paid for good intentions

Built once upon dichotomy Between our zero and one Where everything’s a battle And everyone pays for fun

Vie gaining, saving, giving Something like clean living Compartmentalizing disconnect Through sleight of hand redirect

Built once upon dichotomy Between our zero and one Where everything’s a battle And everyone pays for fun

Some were brought down by bloat Others buy in their bragger’s gloat Conceived consumed dies avarice While a loaded scapegoat is freed

Built once upon dichotomy Between our zero and one Where everything’s a battle And everyone pays for fun

Playing our life’s game Ends always zero sum When everything done Bangs again from one

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Sticky Sweet 12.26.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Not unlike too much cotton candy Just before I’m riding a tilt-a-whirl Caught up in joy at a county’s fair Entropy gets hold of me unaware

Applying over indulgent patterns Pays out as trouble in their hurls Consumed into a dire reversal Mires form unfortunate worlds

Something in the sticky sweet That was once a favorite treat Returning along forgotten drama Is burning like acid reflux trauma

Always trying to stay the course Believing into some force of will Resolved talk lasting until hoarse Aghast becoming another corpse

Once upon our time and space Always sifting from some place Trending on past high and low To shifting gears fast and slow

Twisted spiraling into back before Hearing again beyond some door Once upon forms from our mores Soaring like long-forgotten scores

Like ash bereft from fires put out Nothing is left within one’s doubt Forming as a scream and shout Into a dream of what life’s about

Turning words as to written heard Learning earns us once bitten pie Assuming weighs will live and die Burning churns into why why why

We’ll stand in line hoping to try Tasting too much cotton candy Just before riding life’s tilt-a-whirl Caught up by joy is always unfair

Beware as entropy’s pill takes its hold Pleasure’s pain wills our story unfolds Trickster’s rusted key long ago foretold Dusted covers a cautionary tale of woe

Moderation’s a foe upon its shelf unsold Left unchallenged sows brave and bold Believing in its a victory to just grow old Becoming invisible from once invincible

Along a life languishing forgotten untold Groaning gears shifted from high to low Climbs every steep hill steady and slow With a stacked deck wins entropy’s flow

No matter down which road we try to drive It’s just someone’s strife like we all know That’s a life played out and so it goes It’s made unfair so buyer beware Our games of chance county fair

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Besides As Grandfather 12.23.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Somewhere near a solstice A bit North of Forty-Five Daylight’s running short Into nights, stray oh so long

Something’s always listening To our thoughts swimming in Streaming through into buying Bots programing consumption

Everyone’s a Pilgrim Unstuck from all time Traveling forms a line Spiraling points divine

Crafting in something personal With expectations it might play Presumptions forlorn universal Deep cave prints marks a stay

Sitting besides as grandfather Remembering something new About how nearby roads built Were once just muddy tracks

Weren’t we all younger then Still with our stronger backs Before slowly succumbing to Entropy’s pall ending attacks

Calling from a darkness Baiting some life’s hook Drops in angling as dream Becomes a babbling brook

Everyone’s a Pilgrim Unstuck from all time Traveling forms a line Spiraling points divine

Somewhere seers a solstice Bites North of Fifty-Five Daylight’s running short Into nights, stray oh so long

Listening to something Perhaps it was a song Starting about sows hopeful Indifference from the throng Once before all in went wrong

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Memory Fades 12.22.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Resonance with writings Read alone so long ago Imprinted into my being As a lens forming focus

For what’s to become From what I’m seeing Linear time left reeling Anointed mind freeing

More than one, a feeling Nothing’s less appealing Dimensionless from prime Spiral’s entwined harmony

Hazarding to trades What wasn’t shown As a memory fades From what’s known

Standing in as shadow When a cover’s blown Creeks without a paddle Reaping in what is sown

Sprawling pratfalling Big Numbers calling Misstep into stalling Out before sum end

Listening harks mores middle As before sparks Nero’s fiddle Glistens alights nihilistic riddle Affixing from our times to space Forms a becoming human race

Spreading crawl begetting sea Tapping a show clapping’s free Trapping history in you and me Wonder too soon what wills be

While reading long ago Go quietly not so alone Into a resonant writing For how our story goes

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A Fare For The Fair 12.20.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Designed not to care Panned quietly aware Somewhere laid bare At once upon a stare

Scaling scrawling similarity Reassuring herd familiarity From denying a game of chance Learned steps form every dance

Somewhere cinches middle Managing regrets maintains Making belts lasting refrains Small wins whets big gains

An appetite fears some future Built out upon as broken pasts As one within a shadow’s cast Still aware nothing never lasts

Dropping dreams a homonym Sharecropping teems streams Sopping up some dripping raft Divested into a becoming craft

Grifting rifts sifting ash Running lines for cash A standing show delivers Alike as rivers into a sea

Churning will returns seized Upon a disinterested freeze Ensues doing as we please Like everyone else believes

Sleeping cuts a switchback hill Running into words like fences Arresting posts forms benches Asides where we all in resides

Rising again without their tides Whenever every ambition dies Sighs sized we’re all the same As just another forgotten name

Planned quietly aware Behind a vacant stare Designing knots with care Till nevermore is laid bare

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12.20.24 Friday Afternoon Taking Aim At Our Saturday Solstice

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Anything More 12.19.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Humbled hence indifference It’s the way some story goes Passing through into silence Wells before anybody knows

Nothing to contribute Working to pay tribute Reflecting to distribute Cost of thoughts alone

From maudlin memories Will’s labeled as morose Pushed to communicate Then cursed as verbose

Standing down before Saying anything more Pacing around the floor Remembering’s a score

Working sows to contribute Nothing pays out its tribute Into reflections to distribute The cost of thoughts alone

Maudlin memories Labeled as morose Pushed to communicate Then cursed as verbose

Nothing to contribute Working to pay tribute Reflecting to distribute Lost in thoughts alone

Humbled buys indifference It’s the way the story goes Remembering the score Pacing around the floor

Standing down before Saying anything more Pass through in silence Before anybody knows

Something forms everyone Somehow downs each line Somewhere for everything Points from place and time

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Attuned To Face 12.17.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Divested of all in investment Beyond our boundaries of time Nothing ventured nothing gained Where everything remains the same

Protracted reactions Wills time and space Fortune’s hand Attuned to face

Without a place to gauge directions Embraced by entropy’s protections Unbound unbridled dimensionless Likened to some point of no return

Becomes once mores From our human race Spreads out uneven Into most everyplace

Without resistance what is urned Persistence pays out undeterred As subsistence so we’ve learned Buy into our all in bridges burned

Fortune’s hand Attuned to face Spreads out uneven Into most everyplace

Turning thoughts a mind’s will rots Churning yearning from what’s not Wrapped up in doubt with a bow Distractions form what we know

Protracted reactions Wills time and space Spreads out uneven Into most everyplace

Fortune’s hand Attuned to face Becomes once mores From our human race Forms for everyone As a time and place

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12.17.24 Stone Age Influencer

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12.17.24 Looks to be that time of year again ... when the Office Holiday Party Planning Committee gathers for one last meeting.

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12.16.24 Just Beyond The Bend

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Those As Intended 12.16.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Yawning indifference Centering’s sadness Applications of meaning For managing a season

Always a reason Mantras in mind Marks form times Measured in kind

Somewhere in darkness Note quite asleep Memories of thoughts Quietly creep

Seeping to saturate Something like fear Always losing to entropy What’s near and dear

Nothing to talk about For councils of doubt Coopting’s our purpose In everything worthless

Looking the same What’s in a name For keeping no counsel Getting along life’s train

Mashing up word As lovingly heard Blended and mended For those as intended

From yawning indifference Into a centering’s sadness Applications forms meaning Coopted seasons in reason

Before everything worthless Renews with each purchase Holding onto a second slight Within something like might

Believing loss streaming Into dreading each day Imbedded as dreaming Fortune’s hoping to play Becomes in whiling away

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Salvaged Slumber 12.14.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Where an unknown willing quells Salvos of doubts for mortal shells A spiraling line forms from unborn Into a lifted gifted miraculous sign

Streamed as dreaming shadows divine Repurposed words from a once before Like lumber salvaged becomes a door Into ancient times from another’s mind

Silos of doubt forms mortal shells Where our unknown willing spells Thoughts into well-crafted mores Wrapped as passion’s evermore

Like lumber salvaged becomes a door Repurposed words forms once before To lighten our darkness for nevermore Appealing frightened from enlightened

Open thought like mortar shells Fallen upon us for once and all Justice beyond in gravity’s well Wherein what was other dwells

Dreams a streaming’s shadow divine Into ancient minds from another time Imprinting our pasts into fossils cast As abstracted reality will always last

Like slumber salvaged becomes a door Repurposed words formed once before As our ancient mind from another time Dreams of shadow’s once upon divine

As before and after from a spiraling line Until awakens marked harkening a sign Wills unborn from our mortal shells Crescendos wherein music dwells Like doubts escaping gravity’s well

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Mores-Built Bridges 12.12.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Plagued at last by what’s unknown It is always faced all at once alone From ball in hand to stares in space Everything within its time and place

Taken aback from no return As mores-built bridges burn Moved along what’s to learn From each other’s aptitudes

Flipping switches forms changing trends Corrective chemicals in mind wills bend What was once upon us so long ago Is again in the dawn of sow we know

Taken aback from no returns As mores-built bridges burns Moving along what’s to yearn Formed by each other’s altitude

Always hear where we want to be Forgotten drops in an ancient sea Within the pauses sized to believe Measured middle when life is free

Taken aback from no return As mores-built bridges burn Moved along what’s to earn Formed within our attitudes

Forms from in our solitude So, we, all in, might yearn Fortunes for our aptitudes Setting sights sow to earn

As mores-built bridges burn Tacking back from no return Moved alone in willing to learn Before scattering from our urn

Plagued at last by what’s unknown It is always faced all at once alone From ball in hand to stars in space Everything within a time and place

What was once upon us so long ago Is again in the dawn of sow we know Flipping switches forms changing trends Corrective chemicals in mind wills mend

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12.13.24 Must Be Friday

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Becoming Words 12.11.24 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Burning browns our rusted roads Churning turns up in lonely souls Ground questioning token mores Broken before some reaper sows

Dusted dreams of something more Busted seams for a shattered core As they’ll say when it rains it pours One door down bound by thoughts

Grinding lights Blinding sights Minding blights Most every night

Sheltered forms another’s way Weathered storms born to pay Acquiescing norms bow to say How we’ll spend most every day

Before belonging becomes Proud prolonging net sums Our longer lingering’s curving Earning what is zero and one

Grinding lights Blinding sights Minding blights Most every night

Swerving down some dusty road Unnerving bound by lonely souls Spoken becoming words of hope Dismissed as just one more trope

Dashing dreams with nevermore Scratching reams to be forgotten As nothing remains in the final score When every gain is stained ill gotten As we all know at once it was before