☆°▪︎ THE TWISTING TURNING TIDES ▪︎°☆

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dark,

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b

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t

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then

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it

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w

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light . . .

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was

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t

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wrong,

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b

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t

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it

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wasn’t

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quite

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right . . .

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I

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dipped

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toe

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into

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t

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e

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eye,

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a

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d

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told

myself

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t

o

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fight . . .

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 ~ I

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t

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l

d

.

myself

.

t

o

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fight . . .

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a

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d

to

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resist

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t

h

e

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slide . . .

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b

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t

the

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storm

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d

i

d

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smile . . .

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a

n

d

the

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storm

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d

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d

.

entice . . .

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a

n

d

that’s

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what

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gets

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me . . .

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each

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a

n

d

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every

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time . . .

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 ~ it

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gets

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me . . .

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each

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a

n

d

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every

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time . . .

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because,

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e

v

e

n

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though

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i

t

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tells

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m

e

.

everything

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will

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b

e

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alright . . .

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.

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 ~ everything

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will

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b

e

.

just

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fine

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t

h

i

s

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time . . .

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.

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y

o

u

know

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h

o

w

.

much

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I

.

like

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t

o

wine,

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a

n

d

.

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dine,

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a

n

d

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.

dance

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w

i

t

h

.

the

.

lie . . .

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.

.

 ~ I

like

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t

o

.

dance

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w

i

t

h

.

the

.

lie . . .

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.

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I

dance . . .

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I

dance . . .

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.

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a

l

l

hours

.

o

f

.

the

.

night . . .

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.

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I

dance . . .

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.

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I

dance . . .

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.

.

until

.

daylight

.

o

p

e

n

s

.

her

.

eyes . . .

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.

.

a

n

d

I

close

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t

h

e

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blinds . . .

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I

close

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t

h

e

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blinds . . .

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I

close

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t

h

e

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blinds . . .

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I

close

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t

h

e

.

blinds . . .

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s

o

I

.

c

a

n

dim

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t

h

e

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light

which

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reminds 

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m

e

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of

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times . . .

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.

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when

.

m

y

.

life 

.

w

a

s

.

mine . . .

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.

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 ~ when

.

m

y

.

life 

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w

a

s

.

mine . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

.

h

a

d

.

a

.

mind

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which

.

c

o

u

l

d

clearly

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decide . . .

.

.

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 ~ I

had

.

a

.

mind

.

which

.

c

o

u

l

d

clearly

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decide . . .

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.

.

before

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I

.

f

e

l

l

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hostage

.

t

o

.

the

twisting,

turning

tides . . .

.

.

.

t

o

the

twisting,

turning

tides . . .

.

.

.

t

o

the

twisting,

turning

tides . . .

.

.

.

t

h

a

t

bring

.

t

h

e

.

lows . . .

.

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.

a

n

d

bring

.

t

h

e

.

highs . . .

.

.

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I

.

dip

.

m

y

.

toe . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

begin

.

t

o

.

slide . . .

.

.

.

I

.

dip

.

m

y

.

toe . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

begin

.

t

o

.

slide . . .

.

.

.

I

.

dip

.

m

y

.

toe . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

begin

.

t

o

.

slide . . .

.

.

.

i

n

t

o

the

storm

.

which

smiles.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in October of 2014 where the affected party likes to flirt with temptation and repeatedly gets drawn into the depths of the darkness and chaos it brings – being addicted to the “ride.” It seems this will be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle and that the affected party will never be able to escape the forces of temptation, addiction, compulsion, and distraction. The struggle can represent any temptation, addiction, compulsion, or distraction type: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc.