Something to say, but how to say it

I've been working for a while toward writing and recording some music, and that 'a while' has really turned into about 10 years now. I'm getting closer, and once I get moved into my new place and get some recording issues straightened out, I'm going to be posting some clips on here. At least I'll have them here as a record of how I'm doing, and maybe I can get some feedback from some folks too!

Until then, I'm going to add some older stuff that I've written that doesn't necessarily have music. So here's a poem I wrote:

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The Storm (II)

I don't believe in
one true love
or else I'd die and
leave right now

Because I've been in love
and it was true
I fondled and held it
and knew it
inside out

It grew from a teardrop
to a fountain
to a waterfall
to an ocean

and then it rained

and then it stormed

winds whirled
and whipped

ships sank
and
levees broke

The flood of that true love
washed over everything

It carried away possessions
and memories

With it went links to
the past
and dreams for
the future

and in it's wake
there was
disaster

When the sun had
the gall to
return

it dried up the water

The newly formed
lakes and rivers
running through the streets
finally receded for good

Water-logged articles and debris
were removed

and as the days wear on
I'm left with only remnants,
small puddles

in which to view my reflection
and see the effects
of the storm on me.

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