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Waning
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Flight of Sacrifice
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All things are Connecting
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Lament of the First born
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Charlatans
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Irreverence
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The Sound of Seasons
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Wrinkles
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A Walk on the Sand
The sand does not float yet the water seems to carry it, up through the steeps, back into the deeps. We transcend the sand as the water appears to carry it. Our feet will sink; of this we must not think. We watch the...
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Soldiers of the Sky
Scurrying across the virgin sky, they hurry to fill their positions. Like fresh soldiers: too young to contemplate their fate, wantonly eager to accommodate their master. Consuming all in their path, they are filled with strength and...
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Passing Sweetness
As a child I learned the scent of flowers; such a joy that grew to be. As the bee that floats between them, I drank their sweetness and they became me. I must not burn, but pass in a lake, better, a river and down to the sea. ...
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War of Delusion
Chanting: Our dreams are in the fields! Powered by sprouting egos, we marched. No longer held to any cross we climbed down and trumpeted our victory. Softly though, with whetted cheeks and loathsome grins, we whispered that the war was not yet over...
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I Remember Not
I remember not these stones, upon which I stand, though they were here when once we did tread. I remember not this bench, upon which I rest, though it was here in the life we once lead. I remember not these hands, with which...
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The Animal, Released
Unconscious of time only fear and desire. we’ll not be controlled, we do not conspire. Unconscious of pain, this we will not allow, nor care for any other’s; faithful only to now. Unconscious of demand on our...
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In the Care of a Serial Killer
I will stroke you and feed you and thou shalt appreciate me. You will understand that you may not invalidate me. I will give you home and hearth; thou will have naught but respect for me, but when I look in your eyes I see only...
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Without Boundary
In this nothing, no intertwining, no skins, no walls, no circumstance; there is no chance of devising. There is no distance, nor units of measure. Released, we combine, oblivious, devoid of presence and pressure. There is...
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My Tardy Muse
Seconds, minutes waft by. They taste of ambrosia, of certainty. In this state of stasis I drift, this is my home, my reality. Slow winds of peace surround. I sail; passing time can cause no calamity. Hours shift the breeze. I list, I...
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No Longer Young
No longer young, nor handsome, grey and grizzled, with clouded vision and aching bones; full of uninvited questions. No longer does youth's anger course through my veins, devouring those questions in towering pyres of sound. No longer can I run,...
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The Banyan Trees
Through the ground they push, not so far apart, perchance, or maybe not, but unknowing of how they will grow. The sun shines on them and they will blossom. The dark falls around them and they will not. The rain falls, sometimes...
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Confessions of an Alien Housewife
Glances, whispers, moments: a distraction. Some new excuse to use: Interaction. Something special offered you: this connection. An urgent need to me: confirmation. I touch upon your soul: fascination. I...
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Searching at Dawn
We sit on the mountain, unstirring, awaiting the birth of first light. A chill in the air confirming; a still on the earth at night. As spears, stabbing blazes surround us bathed in shadow, the ocean below new color fills the...
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Dancing at Sunrise
I wait on that moment of light. I perch; this glimmer sets me in flight. It comes, bathing me in warmth and wonder. I rise; in response to this welcome thunder. I bloom and lean towards this feeling; alive, aflush, my...
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Dreaming Young
Chasing the dawn's sparkly things and inventing new ways to enjoy them, that's the best in this child's life and nothing can ever destroy them. All things are strange and inviting to me, with an endless supply of new, so many...
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The Angry Rain
I fall, catching the evil you’ve carelessly neglected. I splash, returning to you, this you should have expected. google images I cover your world, washing every single surface. I carry the sins that you’ve discarded...
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I Could be Stone
I could be stone, hard and crusty, needing no home; but I would be of sand and wear away, wind spreading me over the land. Still better to be of quartz, cast in the fires of the earth laced with precious gold, sought after, ...
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Lost Keys
Where is my key? Did I lay it on the mantle. or did it drop in the sand? I just can’t believe that I have lost that key again. Out here in the cold I can’t help but wonder will I ever get inside, or have I locked myself...
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Unbeliever's Yearning
Standing on high, hands cold, not another soul to behold. Half a mile up, just the way I like, made it worth the hike. Just rocks and wind and sky, It’s not mine to ask why, but to find and thank just one then this journey would...
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Compliments of an Enabler
Your need is for that space, which yearns to be filled, naught but barren land waiting fiercely to be tilled. I step into the harness, bringing ample strength to task. I dig the furrows deep; my command is yours to ask. ...
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Bliss at Sunset
In your arms I lay as a moth in its cocoon, waiting for the spring, safe from the cold and wind of winter; Your soft breath warming my back, your gentle arms around me protecting my heart. I turn and taste the silky hollow of...
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A Rose's Fate
In desert’s garden restrained, you stand, unconscious beauty so near to hand. Your brilliant blooms, your graceful form; what fear demands those daunting thorns? Through howling winds; bent to the ground you’ve not...
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The Destiny of a Chair
Many are like me; made with purpose, with integrity. Strong legs and arms, dull and demure, just as you see; I wait for you to fulfill me. I am complete just as I stand, but stop and stay; you are my destiny. Built with patience and honesty, a...
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About you
google images Milling about, they stand, they sit, not knowing, not feeling, but I can. This one is angry, that one is joyful; I ask myself: Is it me? I move closer, joy feels good. When the joy is gone I wonder: What...
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Ether's Ecstasy
Release, this ecstasy, from ether’s torrent I write. From these undulations I dare attempt no flight. Obligingly, I heed her call; diminishingly, I wait this fall. Confused in awe amidst, alive within this place; when...
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I am the River
A boy in a red shirt sits and contemplates me: my wildlife, my sand, my breezes and my trees, my marvelous water, but I don’t care; I am the river. I have no memory, only those who worship me. A doe wades in and stumbles;...
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Unchained
Out of this tunnel brightness greets me. Freedom, clarity, are waiting to meet me. Another world calls for discovery. As a child I am; such joy it is to be. Unchained traveler, I am reborn. Through new eyes I see; no longer am I...
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An Enchantment
Your eyes, they close, and I am blind. Your hand, to fire, and I am burned. You rise in anger, and I am smitten. Your thoughts, they stall, and I am drifting. My day won’t start without your smiling. Til next I see you the...
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I Fell Today
I fell today, nothing visible; only my heart. You looked at me. I wiped your tear, soothed your fear, and I fell. I fell today, no one noticed, only my heart. You sat with me; I saw you there, stunning, so fair, and I fell. I fell today, quietly...
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To One
From the rubbish heap of lost words, sifting through the dust, we don our memories. Wearing these sorrows we find joy, as if naught to care, healing ourselves in threes. Strifes shared alike, we are one. Wisdom and...
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Journey's End
I am the sorrows of yesterday, and they are what you see. I’ll not move forward in any way unless they come with me. At peace within these turmoils; they give me my decree; at times they make my blood boil, at times they set me...
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A Metamorphisis
In a haze I walk. My thundering heart gives me away as I wonder: Where will this path will take me? Through this maze I stalk. My tired, worn feet shuffling along and I mutter: What’s the use, if you forsake me? As though...
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Ode to Pumpkin Season
Pumpkin season's drawing nigh, what wouldn't I do for pumpkin pie! To miss one slice is cause to cry, tastes so good it makes me sigh. Pumpkin season's drawing nigh, leaves are falling from on high. Jump right in there, don’t...
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Honor's Prison
Head up, into this cage hands bound, victimless rage silent rebellion, years too late quieted passion submits to this fate. Long waited, shorn from vaulted perch guilt admitted, caught in hell’s church gilded links, chained from the...
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My submission
I submit to this pain, showing this loss is not in vain. I will live with this pain, knowing you do not feel the same. I will cherish this pain, glowing with what whisper remains. I will sleep with this pain slowing ...
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Triathlon according to me
Many friends and relatives ask me what it is we see in triathlon. The training, sometimes in extreme conditions, can be grueling and is definitely time consuming. The races drive us to do some of the strangest things and push ourselves beyond any...
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It comes to rust
To rust is where it goes For rust is, in itself, complete and overwhelming. Within rust lies the wisdom of nature, the color of nature. Rust knows whence it comes and rust knows where it goes. and rust waits, upon time, ...
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The joy of a predawn run
Before the thought of dawn I rise, stretch, and put my shoes on. Out the door I go, grumbling, creaking, plodding; I weigh a ton. right…, left…, right…, left… Pent-up frustrations, aggravations cloud my head as I shuffle....
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Would that I were...
Would that I were a seed buried in the ground, dreaming to break this shell; waiting to be born. Would that I were a tree anchored to the earth, drinking nature’s nectar; waiting for the sun. Would that I were a bud born into the...
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Kings and Queens
Kings and queens on pillars echoing memories to flagstones. Saying if temples are of solid stone; new houses are of dust. Behind mirrors survive archaic shadows where valor still exists as a mere shape of events behind...
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Beyond Lost
Lost words bring tears best not dwelt upon. Lost years bring sorrow that one must reach beyond. The seperated grow close though distance remains The past is long lost though the spirits have gained. The future holds promise difficult to reap All...
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Willful Release
In this tiny room the darkness I hide. In this tiny box the pain I’ve sealed inside. Through those little spaces the memory seeps through. Through my tired eyes comes anger I once knew. In this loathesome moment my will...
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Mind over Soul
Tumultuous river of souls flowing down scintillating falls; currents twisting, spirits writhing; struggling for false sustenance. Rushing waters laughing, knowing spray holding secrets; boulders break mind's yearning to shatter...
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Committing
One for the morning, To look forward to the day, to make plans, to gain strength, And to smile in her beautiful youth. One for the noon, when the heat amounts and the gloom abounds, while the battle wages to and fro; to retreat to...
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Father's Wish
Will you be ready when he steals your heart away? Will you be waiting as for a sunny spring day? Will you shiver when he moves to taste your lips? Will you love him as the babies on your hips? Will you still shine on him when all...
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Witness to a storm
Quiescent roiling, glory in grey, Yellowing pall in command of the day, Static fantasy, primitive fears called forward from uncounted years. Shaking, rumbling, anger on high Nature’s fury rolls in with a sigh Witness helpless, cowering, plain...
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Flight
Sleek, floating through the din of this haze, weightless, shuffling above solid, shiftless maze. False horizons, long liaisons, wistful margins, hapless charlatans These are the concourses that cry out for visage. Do you fly? I fly pretty...
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Mr. Francis
Mr. Francis, the ageless spectator to ceaseless traffic. The world moves on as you lie witness. Knowing we’ve come no further, only faster. We frightening spectacles, we unsated beasts, fueled by unrest, filled with emptiness. ...
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Stages of Thought
Field bound, lazing in the warmth of a still spring day while time sleeps by as the murmur of a brook in summer heat. Glowing in the embrace of one that loves without question we think in quiet voices of dreams, what mays, and life’s small...
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Islands of Sleep
A thousand oases of death scattered throughout our river; times we delve to the core, times we drift along the shore, times we push away into currents of lucidity. Untenably these islands of dry darkness mold us; times they refresh, ...