J. Edward Gibbs Writing

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A poem for the hustled

A poem for the hustled

A Poem by J. Edward Gibbs

where do we go from here? Our daily lives, our daily bread We can we go? Whats' thepoint? It is ten p.m. early i Know but i am getting zonked ..

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A Poem by J. Edward Gibbs

i am a shell nothing is on my mind my fingers hit the notes playing music from the sky how absurd is life working like a fiend for that fix to e..

Stuck In a Rut

Stuck In a Rut

A Poem by J. Edward Gibbs

Here I am dreaming of freedom While on my lunch break In a windowless warehouse I don't think I ever needed a drink More in my life than now God ..