Beautiful Trust

All the love in the World seems to flow
Through my veins and through my thumbs
My fingers bare against the strings, to express
The warmth you give me and I feel inside like spring
Your love helps all to flourish inside the cold winter months
This expression of caring and tender touch, could only come along
From the Universal soul in cusp, setting my soul on fire with beautiful trust.

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Florence

In mid air the vase falls
To the ground, and the honest
Means unlocks all, it is you
Who have unhinged my soul
And took it to a place worth so much
More openings are found, and the maybe
Perhaps becomes, a sudden yes, of course
Let this coarse run like the brooks along the side
Of rivers which race wild with your rush of love
I drink slowly and realize more, there is a constant
Score replaying and the smile and heart of a fool
Yes, I am here with you, the astrology of the sky
Consorted and pulled two signs to each other
Both illuminating and flourishing like the art of Florence.
The vase strikes the ground, and I laugh with my whole heart.

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Inspiration in the Desert

Inspiration knocked and I calmly answered
Overjoyed with a friend I haven’t seen
So long the days did pass that just went
Nearly did I forget even how to miss, the silence
This type, never to be wished upon any, but one knew
So like the last drop in the desert I pursued
Dizzy and worn, but with faith there is responsibility
Thus my responsibility was great, I would fall back
I claimed and with trust be caught, knowing the strength
Of the one thing I claimed I also was, how I could not fathom
Like a phantom love snuck, but with no ill intent, just warmth
The winters brought to me what the summers could not
And I found how the desert could long for the rain.

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And I Love

If I could think through all my lives
Of all the things I would want from your eyes
It would be desire to know me more, and I to know you
Through the good and bad, constancy to know even if sad
You will be there with a knowing smile and joy and nothing more
Than the hope and faith of the words of both the Creator and your own thoughts
Trusting yourself to trust in me, in us, and our ability to know each other more each day.

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Mistletoe

I am melting into the hours
Non sequential and forever longing
For the moments that sit apart from space
Which form around us like the snow which blankets all.
With our warmth and love, there are reasons that don’t
Require much reasoning, because there is the essence of love
Holding us together and hanging above; everywhere is mistletoe.

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Winter's Rush

On a cold winter day like today
The trees seem to sleep and not yet to lay
There is no fire in the sky seen
The clouds have surpassed even the heavens
Light does shine but the source is unknown
The freckles on the pond quiet and low
Winter kills softly to remind us
Each to themselves but constantly frigid
The light of a new day may not shine
Until once ready a rush down the spine.

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Crickets

We look to the greatness within us
And we scorn it as it taunts with happiness
Like a child with a new toy on a special day
We forget the moment and get lost
In depth too much and forgetting how Godly
We truly are, to craft and be precise
Every time too, and the circles
Only extend to more acceptance
More permanence and understanding
Like the water from a pipe in a run down street
The flow does not cease until one recognizes
Even that too is trying to sustain
A cricket chirps not to hear itself
But to call to others.

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The Lost

I sign my name with the loops of the only constant I know
The moon rolls with the sun into my room, I stare struck
Yet the thoughts of the desert still linger, it has been like this
Although before I mused, this time I acknowledged and waited
It seems familiar to me as you comment this is a work of the Lord
In the sand we once said, behold the glory, and all understood
Behold the power and wonder of eternity smiling at you
I ask where is the closet nectar to remind me of the fruits of old
Labor is given to the man to acknowledge his place as architect
Always building symbols, and taking a split second to wink
There are no dry eyes in the house, for the rain fails to quench
One million Worlds thrown asunder and replaced by our hands.

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Snow Storm

It lay there glittering in the sun and frozen
I dared not touch it, for I would freeze too.
How could I depart from the heart that was mine?
Now it was of the Earth, to retake it would be a form of death
And cold, very near impossible cold, to recover that piece
The snow claimed its token, and I nodded
Someone else would find where to carry this
Sterling in pocket, to new lands untold
It would make them grow the way I did
For I feared to attach it back to me, I wore it too long
With too much pride. Oh how their eyes glittered
Not understanding, or understanding too much, with a smile.
It took years to decipher, and now it was in the cold.

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Same Ideas

Through the Black hole
Through the black hole again
A new universe, yanked, pulled
What now? A fresh look
Same Ideas, Same principles
I checked the manual
Natal to cattle, I think that was the plan
Until freedom spoke
Yeah I can try that, but to what extent
Something like that could take a lifetime.
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The Mountain
Atop the mountain there is a breeze blowing
Filling my lungs with life force, being one, knowing
I pull in and release, each breath my one lung
Of the cosmic, feeding me continuously
You ask me from miles away am I happy
I reply with a reverberation, “I have been here long”
I waited, still smiling.

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Junction

We met at the crossroads
You claimed you had no choice
I claimed I did, I must proceed
The decision was made, accordingly
Maybe it’s been a long time at this
Perhaps, always perhaps.
Judgment goes with accordance
At the junction point we had it better
And we knew it.

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Foresight

Unrelinquished and stubborn
Yeah you’re right
Uncontrolled unsettled
Yeah I guess that’s foresight
In the forest by the brook you wait
With a black clothed arm under the white
The weight of the World it seems
I see the World through your eyes
That’s real and what some call surprise
Still I have confidence that pulled up quickly
Like a traveler always spotting the quickest cab
Taking that fading yellow light; even in the rain
Things do not last, they grow, but that amount
The trade off is immeasurable, Hopeful, Untold
Who takes more risks, our Worlds further apart
Yet closer than maybe even either can understand
The rays shine even brighter over the mountain
Upon the darkest nights.

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Sick Leave

My dear,
I saw you laying there and came to inquire
the fire that burned beneath your skin
was it for life, or love or to reach desire.
I would require not much and have to nurse
in the cold, thinking of what recipe would I use
to bring you back from the brink of your bodies toll.
I could console and tell you my soul and hope to the gods
I could tell you another day more of the adventures
we both share, although different, leading new
streets, approaching different ties, but although different beds
secluded in knowledge, transforming lies, perhaps with song
and with words I could chill your fever and brighten your smile
or cold limbs replying only like the wise. Kings of old know not in their
many illustrious wives, of how much it means to see you there
in the bed comprised, of my love, embers in the rain, not yet drenched
evening temperature in the world, my hands holding your head
in all simplicity quiet and noticing your curls.

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Chopped Sushi

Sushi,
with rice raw fish
to me the cut is marvelous,

how can life prove itself
so hedonistic we are
but it is just fish, in an age past
like a man gone out to feed mouths
of the little ones swimming in the ocean
I understand sushi, I can eat this, someone else can
also. I will try most and learn to like what will provide.

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A Glorious Gift

Singing in tune with the universe
matching the tones of each string
tested by a measurement system
counting sound, frequency, waves.
You sound nothing like the trees of Japan
however your fury makes up for the peace.
Reverberations through air ring more clear, crisp
I can breathe. The perfect sound does exist!
I can match it, with control. A glorious gift.

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Back to Back

She wrote it down
in ink that stained the soul
forever. Remember me.
I did but the equation didn't last
in this unstable universe. Hide.
She hid it away.
I could have searched but I knew
where it was, behind her back,
I always could see, although she knew
she cared not. The contest was not about
this or that, creation, enslavement, or
even rainy days. It was about the thing
that was hidden behind her back.
I stood guarding it, with a feather.

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New Age

The ideology  for a cosmological argument
and determination in belief of self-determinism,
can leave one unsettled, in an unsettled way,
upon beds of reason which weave between
intelligence and passion, handed over like a baton
to the next runner into an age of enlightenment
and understanding, that the tower of babel
really was just the tower we fell from
when lightening struck and left us thrown sundered
heaps on the ground, but a quick change was needed
to accomplish air, science, altruism, mysticism, religion
all into one.
And all that was needed was a tilt.

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Pocket Watch

Time hangs in the balance
the ticking on the clock is continuous
without a conscious effort it goes by
tea time hangs suspended
the chain is the only thing that keeps tethered.
In an essence it is all that matters
until creation meets halfway and expands
and plans become a moment of easiest flow.
A ravine of tea sits, someone observes
Moment is given, meaning is heard.

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Touching Fire

So close to the core
the heat permeates
rises burns and lashes out.

Lessons are learned
still intoxication fixates
what is deep in the soul
reverberates.

A shared torrent transforms
the material world is formed and like God
responsibility calls.

If void exists then so must the substance
which counters it all,
fire from the mountain
creation from the dawn.

Instructions are what you make of it
the hand is extended and upon the canvas
a face is drawn, outwards to connect
fire in the eye, thumping of the chest
there stands a moment where you are burned
but have no regret.

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The Love

The dark whole thickens
What is light without dark
I've got some love
Some semblance of me
I've learned to lose
To win
To understand the cold
The frost hitting you down
The wind
And continuing on
Just to see things through
And lord? I just don't care
If it allows happiness
Count me there
With love
My only dare.

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Black Steps With White Keys

Praying upon the prelude
the crowd sits and waits for instruction
as one sole soul fills the room with soul.
Fingers can mirror the natural flow
while the heart flutters by
in a room organized with rows
oh how sweet is woe
to make us feel like this
this is just one end of the pole
the shadow kiss
which makes me miss
laden eternal bliss
a promise to myself
I must return
If it’s the concerto’s wish.

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The Day

The day started so normal
Until the weights pulled
So I pushed back
There is little thought
In some things
Survival is for the fittest
Science savagely sings
That has made it this far
Too young to know
How for a drop
It can be sucked away
Continuously rain pours
It may cleanse, it may restore
Even weather runs wild
More than I
I look at the storm
Shutting my eyes
The day has ended

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Rebellion

I opened the door to your heart
There was no key
There was no lock
There was a signature on the frame
By touch it filled me with shock
What did I find
Only you could describe
I can tell you visions
I can tell you lies
I can tell you things you would not believe
It would make no difference
By the wind of the trees
Like a loose leaf
The last on the ground
The orange song gone
White death to be found
Frigid and cold
Permafrost roads
Blazing the trails
Remnants long sold
The deepest blue seas
Impart you with me
Your river bends this way
Mine parts carelessly
Whispering songs
Only heard when asleep
The darkest of nights
Lured away like a sheep
As I tilt my head
Shaking what's right
Only then can I fathom
The rebellion from light.

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Trains

The degree drops in the tropics
The mist over the water hovers
The station billows the same clouds
Can I reach the place we both once knew?
Hidden well in both memories and time
Unadulterated precision
The taste of warmth
The smell of pine
Each walks on with their own passions
Acquainting others with small gifts
Knowledge of aspects that take too long to master
Yet like the conductor, pride is taken in a job done
In a timely fashion
The season replies, do haste
But try to take this small present with you
Open like the card given, and settled in
It won’t be long.

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A Brief Case

Echoes last for seconds
To count directly
Would do the impact
The initial course
No justice
Recourse reverberates
Even light cannot be
Something it is not
Briefly.

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Conciousness Does

To the man who tries
Each day to save my life
To give it sustenance and meaning
I thank your efforts
They are not in vain
We, together will cure this
Affliction is but of the flesh
Which cannot be severed
But nurtured and cradled
Taken care of like a babe
Until it rationalizes the attempts at aide
The consciousness does, The consciousness does

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Libra

If you truly cared
The conversation would be settled
One day with, you must do as you must
Equal respect that each to his own
Hurts and sorrows and burdens
Slowly lifting the weights of truth
Balance to the scales
More so acceptance the scale
Can also balance itself.

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Abstraction

To my diamond
Only you are allowed
To cut these jagged corners
To shape my lifetime work
With you there is trust by deeds
Which directs light in the correct manner
And like a true crystalline thought
Matters not the point of origination
But which spectrum viewed
Interpreted freely with slight strength and sustenance.

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A Mindful Prison

Released from the pressures
Of the pain you bring
Stable and constant
The brushes of wind
Cascading love and joy
Joyed by normal thoughts
What is held for granted
Seldom is granted
For the weary
There is no remorse
But there is mercy
Even for the sun.

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Worth

The tall door sits open
Light beams in
Silent shadows play tricks
Light and darkness are one
The body knows this not
A ripple in a pond is a diamond cast
Two a miracle
A feeling that yanks both directions
Placing you in two moments in space
Slicing time
The effect would leave you famished
Hungry for more
The hunt is on
Your enigma encoded
Decode the next departure point
Hold no prisoners
Take none hostage but the self
Worth so much
Worth so little.

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Namesake

A fall from start
Worlds torn apart
From mine to yours
Heart stops
To the small within
Blazing bright eyes
Searching for things
Hearing through hands
Tell me you're alive
Let's see you strive
Another start
A new moon
Still spiraling alongside
Another bright hue
In the darkness
We are the same
There is trust in a name.

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Only Life

Lightning strikes and you are born
Electricity jumps in a wayward fashion
One moment in effect numerous times

Fishes leap
A life instruction
What would set itself against itself
I suppose life.

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Two Strangers

In the lobby no one knows your name
Just another traveler adhered to time
Even the place shifts; Letters, numbers
Time.

You smile anonymous like the rest
What you hold is unique
Until you meet the next.

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Skyline Dive

Cherubs reach for you
Oh how envious a state to be
Yet none would volunteer
The celestial position you hold
Always changing never moving
Past, the unique opportunity handed to you
There is strength in your dust
Your marks
Your scars
Even divinity has blemishes
Fair enough, in an often seen world.

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Moon Waltz

A stateside manor

Rests upon debutante halls

A waltz is in order

Under full moon's cascading claw

A grip takes over

Such as the nightingale's hark

Uncounted iris' focus

Adjusting the dark

There is an arching sensation

Thorough through spine

Forever are thoughts

Lost in the time

A count numbered step

With gaze upon the watch

Until awe inspiration

Guides from the stock

Coupling off

The partners in crime

The ballroom is set

Moon waltz sublime

Keep your mind intertwined 

With carrying feet

Masquerading through cloister 

With smile indiscreet 

In this gala event

There lands close a dove

With peace it's intention

Downing feathers of love

Rising above to the heaven's

Transferring sweet passion

Stands a great heart of bounty

A crafted crown of compassion.

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The Nile

If I could set your thoughts on fire
I would do it with a twist
One of pleasure unending
Forever lasting bliss
To get lost in the words
Would prove only half the fun
Inside a mind burning bright
Around each revolving sun
If I could make you blink like time
Rest like the palms of the leaves
Back and forth upon the wind
Swaying around with ease
Spiraling onwards into light
Both laying undercover
Our creations lasting near the brink
Not knowing what’s discovered
There a place beyond the words I say
Where the Nile still runs
And temples lay
Abound by creations score
Holding onto day.

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Callings of the Beyond

I can only imagine
beyond the call of the door
there is bliss eternal,
bathed in the light of life supernal
and joy, ease of which the mind knows not
showered and forever clean, uplifted
lightened and supreme power
to love, to be beloved.

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