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Strong yet gentle enough to hold children when they greet you.

Skilled fingers that know kitchen tools to cook yummy foods,

and crafty to complete heart blissing projects.

Beautiful hands, even though there are scars staining the beauty.

Each scar recieves a tender kiss like you kissing the tears away.

Strong, beautiful but worker's hands.

Pride and honour held in the palms.

After a summer of vacation and a full two weeks of work

I decided on a short rhyme...yes the long rhyme I must shirk.

If you think your kids are tired from that homework or that quiz

Imagine how exhausted every school staff member is.

So you’ll understand why at 6:00 the rest of the world will keep

Like many teacher this Friday night...I’m heading off to sleep.

wake up and rush.  For what reason?  Pants. Shirt. Keys. Wallet. Phone. Steve breathe!  Stop! Chill! Rush. Sprint. Bus is near. 3,2,1! Bus!  First thought, why do I put myself through this day in day out! What am I fighting for?  In the long run it's just me, I fight myself.  Your the best?  I have been told.  Am I sold!  Port authority.  Wake up!  Your in a bus.  Breathe.  15 more hours til bus.

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Early in the Morning,

a white van, 

parked across the street,

the house being built,

new neighbors soon,

a nice family,

I met them briefly,

the man waved,

I said,  "hello",

and he said, "nice dog",

I said,

"he's been great"

and walked in the house,

my Morpheus and me.

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07/12/13 6:50 pm ©

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Hours and years of work,

Up in glorious raging flames,

Cleansing the long, laborious road,

Satisfaction in the pit of my belly,

Like lying by the fireplace after 

A Thanksgiving feast,

Another unknown destination awaits,

No plan for recreation,

As love paves the way 

To this nightmare's perdition,

Gathering calls of a new intuition,

I'm basking in justice's name,

So glad to know love is the same.

10:21 PM 6/23/201 ©

Chasing the tails of the thoughts round my head

Sweat tattered hair in a dream addled bed

Fingers in ears humming fret threads away

Palpitations, breath racing, oh yey! a new day.

Stripped of control, coping gold leaf thin

Tootling off round the nice tight bend

Game face is melting, watch out for the cracks

Fought life for this me and I want it back!

Disbelief, fury and tiredness by turns

Is there no bloody end to the grinding churn

Good days mistrusted then bad days withstood

Willfully, nastily, misunderstood

How much is enough? Burned body or mind?

Institutionalised daftness and soft focus lies

Good human nature - you daft trusting cow

Time for the brakes? I'd say just about now.

Too risky to leave? Too risky to stay!

Words my headstone will NOT say;

She stood by the job while it used her all up

A faithful old workhorse, goodbye and bad luck.

And since these are the last days

I say to you

Though my heart rips to shreds at the thought

Though the world is determined to keep caving in

Though my body slammed on the carpet and wished to melt into the dirt

There is a new road ahead that longs to begin

And I can honestly say that the days before were the brightest

My heart grips at its tightest

Because I can’t bear to think of a road for myself that sometimes steers away

I know it’ll come back to you

But this is unreal

Now I understand how teachers feel

When their students move on

This is reality

I pull on my hood

The only tunnel where I can console myself

And I walk down the road I’ve seen since birth

And though every step I take leads me closer to the unavoidable change

I know I need to keep walking

That doesn’t mean that when I reach home I won’t collapse and explode

But what do you expect when you don’t even know what to expect because expectations lead to destruction of faith and hope?

I can’t forgive the forces of the world we call home for doing this

I can’t even confirm that where I am now is home

Because home is where your loves are

And if my loves are in my heart, always, that’s one thing

They’re always in the same place

But my heart cannot be home

Because I cannot see inside

And if I cannot see inside

Then I cannot see you

And that is why I cry.

Work's a cunt, we know it,
it's something to detest,
despite our souls objections,
we get up and get dressed,

it pays the rent, (or mortgage,
in half happy peoples case),
so with vegimite an' toast,
it's something that we face,

It aint that bad,
the dumb bitch on the till is still half drunk,
walkin' like a new calf,
and smellin' like a skunk,

the kitchen cunt, an arab bloke,
out rolls his muslim mat,
prayin for forgiveness,
(and not to burn the fat),

all is cool and quiet,
everyone's a task,
the idiots from last shift ,
left more than we could ask,

'cause even though we bitch an' moan,
even though we're slack,
we'd rather fix a fuck up,
than fuck up and give back,

so now the day is done,
the shift we can adjourn,
we count the day as won,
and tomorrow we return.

I open my eyes waking from my sleep,