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Fade.

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All the lies,
Empty eyes,
Bitterness evolves,
love dissolves,
Trust is dying,
Senseless trying.

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Set me free.

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Set me free.

Take me away,
Where my heart is free to roam,
Free from the upkeep and constraints of a home,
Take me away,
Far from western societies cultural views,
Where philosophical views are deeper then competitive materialism and buying everything in “twos”,
Take me away,
To the outskirts of Panama City,
Where I can teach my children more then misguided pop star envy,
Take me away,
Where I can flee this prefabricated fate that is consuming me,
I don’t need the American dream to live happily,
Take me away,
Where credit cards and mortgages aren’t priority,
Where political monopolies aren’t an everyday causality,
Take me away,
Where my time is not harvested and spoon fed to a capitalist,
Where My most precious commodity is not continually drained in exchange to mindlessly exist,
Take me away,
Far away from this mind numbing race,
If there is such a place,
Take me away.

The hug, guest starring “discipline.”

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The hug, guest starring “discipline.”

A hug,
Can calm your crying,
Soothe a child sobbing,
Have you forget the horrible thing,
That has you thinking,
You are dying,
Wonderful things a bug can bring,
When problems are multiplying,
When the world seems trying,
Having arms intertwining,
May have you finding,
Your worries are unwinding,
Oh, There is no denying,
The power of a hug,

BUT!

What if…

A hug,
Was used more sinisterly,
Dastardly,
Slightly, haphazardly,
Ratherly ingeniously,
Honestly, slightly manipulatively,
Hugging administered effectively,
Can end sibling rivalry,
Siblings hugging forcibly,
Enforcing, them coercively,
While harvesting undeniably,
The power of a hug!

A hug
Can halt siblings crying,
Hitting, kicking, and sobbing,
When punishing doesn’t solve a thing,
You may start thinking,
Forcing Sibling hugging can seem worse then dying,
Wonderful things a hug can bring,
When the fights are multiplying,
How about trying,
Having their arms intertwining,
You may start finding,
The fighting is unwinding,
Oh, there is no denying,
the power of a hug!

My oil field man.

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My oil field man.

It’s a way of life in Newfoundland,
Deer lake airport has become his second home throughout the years,
My selfless husband devotes his time, sweat, blood and tears,
Ultimately sacrificing his life to a seismic crew and the Oilsands of the Mainland,

He works holidays, birthdays, Christmas day, fathers day and more,
He works everyday, from sun up to sun down,
Spending months in a work camp without seeing a town,
Spending months working, until his body is tired, worn and sore,

He has endured tornadoes in the blistering desert heats of Oman,
Endured the extreme colds of Alberta and Alaska which left frostbite on his fingers and arms,
His days tattoo his skin and his heart with scars,
Yet, my oil field man stands strong and treks on,

He has climbed sand dunes and rugged terrains,
While praying vipers, scorpions, wolves, cougars and bears, wouldn’t see him there,
Throughout it all never thinking life is unfair,
Throughout it all my oil field man never complains,

Because, although he has given the oilfield his time and most of his life,
Although seismic has borrowed his body and mind,
Every time he leaves, his heart is left behind,
Every time he leaves his remaining part is kept safely until his return, by his children and his wife.