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*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

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Rainbows

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August 2, 2020 at 9:56 am

Goodnight

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July 21, 2020 at 6:00 am

Smile

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July 6, 2020 at 6:00 am

Barreling

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 one thing
after another
and another again
each challenge making things harder
than they already were before
robbing sleep in the wee small hours
returning it without warning
at the least of appropriate times
holding the wheel of an automobile
barreling down the two-lane
not quite close enough to home
asking the universe
 for a sign
indicating the worst
is NOT what’s yet to come

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June 23, 2020 at 6:00 am

Envision

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June 11, 2020 at 6:00 am

Emotions

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in a glimpse
between love and anguish
hot tears
of mixed emotions
witness to it all
lifetimes of repetition
a war to end all wars
which failed to end any
facile progress
careening haphazardly
in multiple wrong directions
following our own tracks
right back to where we started
laughing in the face of terror
refusing to be fooled
when endings start to begin
right in the middle of everything
carefully failing to notice
the veil
behind which
we always hide

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June 2, 2020 at 6:00 am

Effect

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May 21, 2020 at 6:00 am

That Door

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there are days when I like to pretend

I don’t know which drawer she hides her candy in

back before the virus

there were a lot of things we took for granted

it’s funny how features that haven’t changed a bit

somehow look different now

tall tales that seemed laughable when we were young and still fascinated

have grown almost scary to me now

combined with the changing angle of sunlight

and smoke from distant fires

the world is painted in a slightly different hue

it’s a long hard sigh

done more for effect than for bigger air to breathe

waiting for all the other shoes to drop

in consequence for everyone trying to make too big a hop

from one thing to another

too many humans flit around after purposeless purposes

in impassioned attempts to not settle down and allow themselves to feel

but real doesn’t simply vanish into thin air

when we neglect to slow down and actually care

for ourselves

with hymns of wailing and flailing for peace and harmony

looking for love to crawl out of our core

blossom in our bosom

if and when we come to our senses

and finally open that door

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May 7, 2020 at 6:00 am

Unknown

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April 30, 2020 at 6:00 am

Ageless

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April 17, 2020 at 6:00 am