Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.


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Turn tables are spinning out our destiny.

Each is measured against the drumbeats

Of our souls.

Perfect harmony cannot be created while

Our lives are compelled by such dissonant


We are strings vibrating in a dance of the bow.

We are each strum in time resonating


Each twinkling of a hollow reed

Or Brazen coil’s cacophony of tones

That Ring.

Silence…a point when out song dies…

Each half-step slowly stumbling toward


Written by uncannynerdyguy

April 7, 2010 at 2:44 pm

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