A grain of sand can move mountains
You gave me even your share, a mountain moved
I never thought, perhaps you never thought
It was possible and it was overcome
Rebirth is a funny thing, to our trivial minds
It is all calculated, I promise you this
My faith was a grain of sand
You moved it by being the only thing you knew
I cannot say the reasons why, but like me
You take to the wind and ride, it helped me smile
Just a bit more, the clincher is if we can adore
Each facet the way the Universe does, all our ails
Would be solved, this however takes time
And in the back of my mind, though my vision short
Wisdom told me lie, sleep and awake it would all be over
When the Sun rose again, after this dark night we both ventured on
Nearing complete whole, not a black dog, nor dark raven upon the door.
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
Points, Marks
I asked your ways and sat, bemused
As If I could ever remark or accuse
Of some semblance of peace of mind
Although egos do intersect our goal
Inspiring and to say wild was nomenclature
Things to do became just things.
I thought I loved everything given to me
This was a portion of karma I talked about
In notebooks or self debates, but to love
And to know the difference between
Joy and Sorrow, carried me like wings
Upon feet, I understood what a glimpse felt like
It is the half way point mark, with no end.
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As If I could ever remark or accuse
Of some semblance of peace of mind
Although egos do intersect our goal
Inspiring and to say wild was nomenclature
Things to do became just things.
I thought I loved everything given to me
This was a portion of karma I talked about
In notebooks or self debates, but to love
And to know the difference between
Joy and Sorrow, carried me like wings
Upon feet, I understood what a glimpse felt like
It is the half way point mark, with no end.
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Stay
Stay child like with me
Through the placid frozen months
Try to remember the least amount of cares
Stay as a young one lost in the thumping of rain
Upon the rooftops with the caressing of the wind
Stay entrapped by the free feeling moments lost
Forever a newly born artist into a world of form
Crafting forms in enigmatic manners
Discovering at every chance.
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Through the placid frozen months
Try to remember the least amount of cares
Stay as a young one lost in the thumping of rain
Upon the rooftops with the caressing of the wind
Stay entrapped by the free feeling moments lost
Forever a newly born artist into a world of form
Crafting forms in enigmatic manners
Discovering at every chance.
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Becoming
Around the table we all sit
The memories all pieced together
The last of the years’ recount in joy
All is welcome and accepted at this point
Why things cannot always be like this is beyond
All of our comprehension necessitates, more so
Becoming is useful and joy becomes of use
To us, finally there becomes a way
To say here is your reward.
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The memories all pieced together
The last of the years’ recount in joy
All is welcome and accepted at this point
Why things cannot always be like this is beyond
All of our comprehension necessitates, more so
Becoming is useful and joy becomes of use
To us, finally there becomes a way
To say here is your reward.
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Sunday, December 12, 2010
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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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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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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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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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 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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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 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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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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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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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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Monday, November 8, 2010
Turning Dawn
Come let us allow the springs’ essence to lightly sweep us away
with the tides of a new moment in transition taking us back
away from the cold and into the crevasses of eternal light
clean and rosy entrusted to the beauty of everlasting traversing flight
Into the summer we will travel you and I, hand in hand with each other
warmth steadily heating the palms of our choices with a small light dew
softening the summer heat into pale moments of remembrance flitted
like the birds dancing upon the winds of intertwining moments replayed
And in the fall we shall muse at the way she sheds all cares not withholding
pruning the growth and beauty long overdue, our memories too unfolding
passing with the fallen leaves to cushion the steps of the soft and the hard
movements matched that echoed the ground, tapping keeping time and rhythm
Back to the place where we first met in the winter, those cold days with only two
immortal frames next to each other nestled for warmth, the clouds denied the sun
offering remorse for a season which encapsulated both, but did not hold on forever
for the frost did thaw and ran like the brook from the rivers and ravines, turning dawn.
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with the tides of a new moment in transition taking us back
away from the cold and into the crevasses of eternal light
clean and rosy entrusted to the beauty of everlasting traversing flight
Into the summer we will travel you and I, hand in hand with each other
warmth steadily heating the palms of our choices with a small light dew
softening the summer heat into pale moments of remembrance flitted
like the birds dancing upon the winds of intertwining moments replayed
And in the fall we shall muse at the way she sheds all cares not withholding
pruning the growth and beauty long overdue, our memories too unfolding
passing with the fallen leaves to cushion the steps of the soft and the hard
movements matched that echoed the ground, tapping keeping time and rhythm
Back to the place where we first met in the winter, those cold days with only two
immortal frames next to each other nestled for warmth, the clouds denied the sun
offering remorse for a season which encapsulated both, but did not hold on forever
for the frost did thaw and ran like the brook from the rivers and ravines, turning dawn.
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The White Rose
The foolish trust is in the white rose
Time and time again
When the winter months bear harshness
Or the summer sun brings rain
On a parallel cliff you stumble
Knowing what truth is flight
If only the rose would open
Producing all of its delight
The rush begins with musing
The walk is full and light
The blight is non existent
For the lovely rose is right
And across the valleys, and among the seas
The stars do shine, and the moon does plead
But where does the attention go,
Skyward holding the rose to show
Not a leap of faith but a flight unknown
Into the unavoidable parts below,
Fear trembles, trembles freely transform
What was simple obstacle is triumph found.
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Time and time again
When the winter months bear harshness
Or the summer sun brings rain
On a parallel cliff you stumble
Knowing what truth is flight
If only the rose would open
Producing all of its delight
The rush begins with musing
The walk is full and light
The blight is non existent
For the lovely rose is right
And across the valleys, and among the seas
The stars do shine, and the moon does plead
But where does the attention go,
Skyward holding the rose to show
Not a leap of faith but a flight unknown
Into the unavoidable parts below,
Fear trembles, trembles freely transform
What was simple obstacle is triumph found.
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Frostfire
Cold fire wafts through the ajar window
Streaming down your frame
Surrounding and touching a hanging pain
Spinning wildly like the flame
Hovering like a soul
The spirit of the universe stole
This essence true
Except when you are here
That is when I pursue
So far from the ideal
We all idol appeal
Yet once there
It is so true
And with you
There is no remorse
Yelling still stay
I’m sorry
‘Till the throats’ hoarse
So what’s new
Only the deepening and heights
With the same hurt pleasure
Selfish thrown dice
Made once
Sold twice
Fleeting feelings price
And oh so true
Yeah I miss you.
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Streaming down your frame
Surrounding and touching a hanging pain
Spinning wildly like the flame
Hovering like a soul
The spirit of the universe stole
This essence true
Except when you are here
That is when I pursue
So far from the ideal
We all idol appeal
Yet once there
It is so true
And with you
There is no remorse
Yelling still stay
I’m sorry
‘Till the throats’ hoarse
So what’s new
Only the deepening and heights
With the same hurt pleasure
Selfish thrown dice
Made once
Sold twice
Fleeting feelings price
And oh so true
Yeah I miss you.
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Liberation
You ask me a question
I know the answer but cannot say
Like the mist and the rain
We try to cleanse the wound
Yet others know quite well
The desert is just simple and plain
Compared to the sound of abyss
There is measure
There is pain.
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I know the answer but cannot say
Like the mist and the rain
We try to cleanse the wound
Yet others know quite well
The desert is just simple and plain
Compared to the sound of abyss
There is measure
There is pain.
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A Salient Song
A salient song
To the soul it clings
Creations from the shore
Across the waters
Passing dreary horrors
Turning into timeless tales
Of this seems the truth
That spiders and scarabs
Reaching from youth
Honest handcraft fears
Questions in the grip of the hold,
Embracing dearest tempered memories
With a mere hope
Wrought rusty restriction
Plans prints with distinction
Spiraling uphill evermore
Towards the branches that fall
Tumbling with call
From the soul below beckoning on
It is for the standard
Or the faintest idea
Commanding or drawing
A finger arranging near
Aside the lilac sweet face
That same breath which flaws
Such a perfect impoverished perfection
Drenched in deep stemmed reflection
Caught clutching with a glance
A silver clearing inside bursts;
An outside salutation thirsts.
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To the soul it clings
Creations from the shore
Across the waters
Passing dreary horrors
Turning into timeless tales
Of this seems the truth
That spiders and scarabs
Reaching from youth
Honest handcraft fears
Questions in the grip of the hold,
Embracing dearest tempered memories
With a mere hope
Wrought rusty restriction
Plans prints with distinction
Spiraling uphill evermore
Towards the branches that fall
Tumbling with call
From the soul below beckoning on
It is for the standard
Or the faintest idea
Commanding or drawing
A finger arranging near
Aside the lilac sweet face
That same breath which flaws
Such a perfect impoverished perfection
Drenched in deep stemmed reflection
Caught clutching with a glance
A silver clearing inside bursts;
An outside salutation thirsts.
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Sideline
Desolation falls
This hurts like the wind
Brushed hard upon walls
In the darkness a call
A caravan whips
To the brimstone it claws
Hollowed and thin
What is evil?
What is sin?
Compared to the shared nature
One cannot have
Jostled on the sideline
Awaiting the task
There cannot be more whole
If there could depart from this mold
Enough! Enough
The spirit is dust
The ashes they blow
Lackluster cusps
Understand fate, glad
Actions speak
Louder are words
Lovingly placed at the nape
Sidelined and all.
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This hurts like the wind
Brushed hard upon walls
In the darkness a call
A caravan whips
To the brimstone it claws
Hollowed and thin
What is evil?
What is sin?
Compared to the shared nature
One cannot have
Jostled on the sideline
Awaiting the task
There cannot be more whole
If there could depart from this mold
Enough! Enough
The spirit is dust
The ashes they blow
Lackluster cusps
Understand fate, glad
Actions speak
Louder are words
Lovingly placed at the nape
Sidelined and all.
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Bright Eyes
A period of grace, leaves, the face
Love of gentle splendor; with the true eye.
Perceptions of glory (of this facet the eternal spring)
Beings sing; with countless tales too.
Hence forth a will to do, is this love?
Unending and forever a spiral of courage
Pursuing itself, not a thing lost…
Evermore found.
Gifts and restlessness
Aside and sustained,
The soul of the divine much more giving
Semblance with mind, of thee the brightest eyes shine.
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Love of gentle splendor; with the true eye.
Perceptions of glory (of this facet the eternal spring)
Beings sing; with countless tales too.
Hence forth a will to do, is this love?
Unending and forever a spiral of courage
Pursuing itself, not a thing lost…
Evermore found.
Gifts and restlessness
Aside and sustained,
The soul of the divine much more giving
Semblance with mind, of thee the brightest eyes shine.
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A Soldier in the Street
Standing there in the darkness of the setting sun
A comrade had just fallen by the arrow
Things that are cut out for this
Trade and commerce skill and labor
A means to survive while doing what is close to the heart
And here sent to rectify the news brought
The drought that was commanded and a part of
The best soldier in all the land and the one meant
Which landed in a heart.
Quivered by the thought and facing another
And another, a sign for evil to lay waste on
Foretold this too, in the own country
No fear though, for the divine guides sight
The least one can be is true
All else would be up to the chosen
Away from here, stolen.
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A comrade had just fallen by the arrow
Things that are cut out for this
Trade and commerce skill and labor
A means to survive while doing what is close to the heart
And here sent to rectify the news brought
The drought that was commanded and a part of
The best soldier in all the land and the one meant
Which landed in a heart.
Quivered by the thought and facing another
And another, a sign for evil to lay waste on
Foretold this too, in the own country
No fear though, for the divine guides sight
The least one can be is true
All else would be up to the chosen
Away from here, stolen.
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
Lone Wolf
A lone wolf on the shore
Waiting around for your destiny to come true
Your best man, to your estranged bride-groom
Hidden like a child fearing his great bicycle
The one without two wheels
Oh the freedom of flight of those first moments
Realization that you are flying on your own again
For the first time
The honey suckles could compare only with short burst
The chalk on the sidewalk grazed over by rubber
A soul freed
On the shore I can see you and I dive in to rescue
You won’t drown this time
No not this time
We can wait, forever.
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Waiting around for your destiny to come true
Your best man, to your estranged bride-groom
Hidden like a child fearing his great bicycle
The one without two wheels
Oh the freedom of flight of those first moments
Realization that you are flying on your own again
For the first time
The honey suckles could compare only with short burst
The chalk on the sidewalk grazed over by rubber
A soul freed
On the shore I can see you and I dive in to rescue
You won’t drown this time
No not this time
We can wait, forever.
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Discipline
Broken by the same plant
Ruled by existence of remarkable pullCraving the patch of dialect
But how could I keep myself from something as tender
Nurturing as you, which inflicts me with guilt
To be a broken hearted warrior
By the samurai code is still to be a warrior
Not gone yet, and If I must
Through the hand that sweeps faith
I will notice less
I will accept more
Truth into my enclosure
The serene ways
Of natural justice
My essence; discipline.
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The Renaissance
The renaissance of the seventh circle
With water marked paint swelling and smudged alike
A constant inequity lost yet found
In the future of simple one toned colors
A phoenix feather crowned upon a leaf
Perched high upon the branch on looking lakeside
Reflection of the most perfect rainbow
The aqueous mold could submit to none yet
The crystalline banks and green grass marched on
Spotted tones to the central union and trees
With spurting and liquid growing inside
The uncut lines never none so clear observed
The only semi circular craft earth
Laid bare and naked for the taking of eyes
Finely orchestrated like a candle
Lifted for the sons and daughters of Moscow.
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With water marked paint swelling and smudged alike
A constant inequity lost yet found
In the future of simple one toned colors
A phoenix feather crowned upon a leaf
Perched high upon the branch on looking lakeside
Reflection of the most perfect rainbow
The aqueous mold could submit to none yet
The crystalline banks and green grass marched on
Spotted tones to the central union and trees
With spurting and liquid growing inside
The uncut lines never none so clear observed
The only semi circular craft earth
Laid bare and naked for the taking of eyes
Finely orchestrated like a candle
Lifted for the sons and daughters of Moscow.
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Sweeping Arrow
Center weight wrought balanced on the feather
Tantalizing wind daring on the compassBecoming the center piece looking on
Musing on the archer’s ammunition fate
With all paths to this canopied garden
Who is to say what murderous flight this takes
Into a lover’s heart pierced to a tree
Held eternal by the amber running slow
Of the winds of the mountains sweeping down
Into the valleys they will lift up new air
Lifting the arrows tail mid flight and calm
Rocks pulling the wooden dart to the firm ground
And of the violet mountains and trees
There is one everlasting thought inside freed
Uncountable knowledge lies at the door
If only a bow to make the arrow soar.
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Spades
In those eyes I can tell
Sometimes is so evident,
When they fall helpless,
In love
With all that I do
As if it came easy and natural to you
At others? Not so much
You float, like I grace
You share, like I bless
Uncontrollably
If you only knew the difference
Between the two.
I am confirmed that one day you will
If not this life time, I am sure
In the next.
One can only bump heads in a game
So many times in a round
Before they allow their partner
Or cut themselves.
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Sometimes is so evident,
When they fall helpless,
In love
With all that I do
As if it came easy and natural to you
At others? Not so much
You float, like I grace
You share, like I bless
Uncontrollably
If you only knew the difference
Between the two.
I am confirmed that one day you will
If not this life time, I am sure
In the next.
One can only bump heads in a game
So many times in a round
Before they allow their partner
Or cut themselves.
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Light Folds
This letter just may kill you
This scarlet R
Returning to sender
Sent just too far
Lost in translation
A letter in post
Transitioning over
What most overlook
And what did we swear?
Those dark cloths that you still wear
Are apparel for something so cold
A flaming lip still was sold
Are you this bold to claim nothing?
To say this foretold
Remake your work
Transgress the coal
I am the diamond
Cutting the prism
Lights fold.
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This scarlet R
Returning to sender
Sent just too far
Lost in translation
A letter in post
Transitioning over
What most overlook
And what did we swear?
Those dark cloths that you still wear
Are apparel for something so cold
A flaming lip still was sold
Are you this bold to claim nothing?
To say this foretold
Remake your work
Transgress the coal
I am the diamond
Cutting the prism
Lights fold.
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The Door
The firm will teach you
A fine conversation piece
Such as how to ration
A number
The school will teach you
How to catapult yourself
Over rails
Swinging with joy
Imagining going over the top
Strawberry in kisses
Of boys and girls to each other
A game of cat and mouse
The choir will teach you health
Of healing yourself before you even knew
You were sick
To death
Of
Yourself
The lessons of the day?
Priceless, yea
Making you remember that you are no stranger
To a logical reason
Where logic has no reason to intrude
For it will slay itself on the sword
Many a time
And time before
There is a path so finely hidden
In strings that only a access code
Of manipulation will change it's degree
With each second
And spree of illicit colors
Bombarding your senses
To quiver with joy
This is rhapsody
This is employing full use of dynamic
Ecstatic
Unyielding, yielding for caution
Repose
Slightly using universal channels for modes
Translating languages into one form
Of unique calligraphy
To help you see for yourself
The ubiquity of it all
If you allow it to be so
And herein lies the fate you sew
Plucking salt from the eyes upon rising
Lulling lullabies and hushes to the self in the eve
And hollowed, oh so hollowed
Begging for more
On knees, on floor
Open is the way
Endless is the door.
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A fine conversation piece
Such as how to ration
A number
The school will teach you
How to catapult yourself
Over rails
Swinging with joy
Imagining going over the top
Strawberry in kisses
Of boys and girls to each other
A game of cat and mouse
The choir will teach you health
Of healing yourself before you even knew
You were sick
To death
Of
Yourself
The lessons of the day?
Priceless, yea
Making you remember that you are no stranger
To a logical reason
Where logic has no reason to intrude
For it will slay itself on the sword
Many a time
And time before
There is a path so finely hidden
In strings that only a access code
Of manipulation will change it's degree
With each second
And spree of illicit colors
Bombarding your senses
To quiver with joy
This is rhapsody
This is employing full use of dynamic
Ecstatic
Unyielding, yielding for caution
Repose
Slightly using universal channels for modes
Translating languages into one form
Of unique calligraphy
To help you see for yourself
The ubiquity of it all
If you allow it to be so
And herein lies the fate you sew
Plucking salt from the eyes upon rising
Lulling lullabies and hushes to the self in the eve
And hollowed, oh so hollowed
Begging for more
On knees, on floor
Open is the way
Endless is the door.
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Hermetic Leaflet
Attention! Attention! Draws looks towards
A higher plane where thoughts and words lay sustained
Of laws there is just one, to love and love
Until incarnate is done, from carnet life
Three initiates stood at the doorway
Transfixed at the mysterious gifts perceived
Of natural laws which bound and weaved through time
Intricately like a fabric of vast mind
What was disguised was always in still place
Which was shown future, in past, presently graced
The face carried remnants of divine trust
Traveling lands leaving marks small and large dust
Lo and behold in parts there is told whole
A union of me is within you bestowed
There is a natural order to all things
Such as the bronze golden leaf through open air spins.
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A higher plane where thoughts and words lay sustained
Of laws there is just one, to love and love
Until incarnate is done, from carnet life
Three initiates stood at the doorway
Transfixed at the mysterious gifts perceived
Of natural laws which bound and weaved through time
Intricately like a fabric of vast mind
What was disguised was always in still place
Which was shown future, in past, presently graced
The face carried remnants of divine trust
Traveling lands leaving marks small and large dust
Lo and behold in parts there is told whole
A union of me is within you bestowed
There is a natural order to all things
Such as the bronze golden leaf through open air spins.
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Find You
With the stars
Near and far
That is where I’ll find you
A touch of carbon in your skin
That is where I’ll mind you
You may travel across an ocean
And jump from the ship into the new World
But I will travel by canoe,
To find you.
I once lost one, so in search I hunted
And after me came you, to find me.
Haunted.
This is the trick that the first one played
And the last one will discover, if there is such
A last one.
We will all find the ways,
To help find you.
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Near and far
That is where I’ll find you
A touch of carbon in your skin
That is where I’ll mind you
You may travel across an ocean
And jump from the ship into the new World
But I will travel by canoe,
To find you.
I once lost one, so in search I hunted
And after me came you, to find me.
Haunted.
This is the trick that the first one played
And the last one will discover, if there is such
A last one.
We will all find the ways,
To help find you.
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In love
I am in love
With a wind which blows
Through a chime to a classical steep
Stepping cling colliding
Gently against one another in a ranging fashion
Of distilled slowly numbing
October air which cuts the skin
Like rain drops and dew
Moving at speed of excess of mind
And with the reason of punishment of the tongue
Which courses down my high strung maintenance
Composed like a conductor twitching his wand
Through the sea of masses and controlling all
I love you with the simple stroke
That my pen can draw
Across the river
Across the mar.
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With a wind which blows
Through a chime to a classical steep
Stepping cling colliding
Gently against one another in a ranging fashion
Of distilled slowly numbing
October air which cuts the skin
Like rain drops and dew
Moving at speed of excess of mind
And with the reason of punishment of the tongue
Which courses down my high strung maintenance
Composed like a conductor twitching his wand
Through the sea of masses and controlling all
I love you with the simple stroke
That my pen can draw
Across the river
Across the mar.
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The Fence
The unlearning of a process
Leads to the impossible event
Of habits trailed
Past waysides and byways
Of overpasses and undercurrents
Beached and trodden over
A stream trickled down a brook
Over rock ledge and jagged
Cut and bubbled
Brooded over and boiled
Stirred and shaken
Sitting into a martini
Glass
Distilled
Chilled
Like a nice clean olive
Sitting on the brim of the cocktail glass
Classically tailored to your liking and charmed
Defenses disarmed.
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Leads to the impossible event
Of habits trailed
Past waysides and byways
Of overpasses and undercurrents
Beached and trodden over
A stream trickled down a brook
Over rock ledge and jagged
Cut and bubbled
Brooded over and boiled
Stirred and shaken
Sitting into a martini
Glass
Distilled
Chilled
Like a nice clean olive
Sitting on the brim of the cocktail glass
Classically tailored to your liking and charmed
Defenses disarmed.
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Mercy Me
To take on the World
Meander through unnoticed
Disguised;
The guise of an oral fixation
A sword and being the best
All the rest would equip you with
Nothing?
Is there inspiration at all?
Is there no God?
Mercy,
Mercy me.
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Meander through unnoticed
Disguised;
The guise of an oral fixation
A sword and being the best
All the rest would equip you with
Nothing?
Is there inspiration at all?
Is there no God?
Mercy,
Mercy me.
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Sunday, October 17, 2010
Ducks
Meow to the cat
Realizing that it’s servant
Is actually the hand that feeds
Which doesn’t bite or claw but purrs
And gets fat with weight of a good owner.
Woof to the dog and her loyalty, a bit crazy
Yet simple in the way that says feed me,
I shall defend.
Quack I say to the ducks,
Quack. Stop sighting travesties,
On my lawn, a hand feeds you too.
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Realizing that it’s servant
Is actually the hand that feeds
Which doesn’t bite or claw but purrs
And gets fat with weight of a good owner.
Woof to the dog and her loyalty, a bit crazy
Yet simple in the way that says feed me,
I shall defend.
Quack I say to the ducks,
Quack. Stop sighting travesties,
On my lawn, a hand feeds you too.
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Holy Amazing Grace
There is always the sunrise
To make me feel new
Without lies or deceit
Burning into
The man who allowed
Himself to become a pin
And a hole which the sun
Could blast rays through.
When I am drowned in dirt
Protected by cedar
Or set ablaze and freed with the wind
Or on a mantle piece anticipating just that
I will be free.
Am I freed now? Of course
Somehow someway chemicals,
Carry remorse
Not to say to feel sorry,
But to stand up and thank holy amazing grace
For this time, this setting, this place.
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To make me feel new
Without lies or deceit
Burning into
The man who allowed
Himself to become a pin
And a hole which the sun
Could blast rays through.
When I am drowned in dirt
Protected by cedar
Or set ablaze and freed with the wind
Or on a mantle piece anticipating just that
I will be free.
Am I freed now? Of course
Somehow someway chemicals,
Carry remorse
Not to say to feel sorry,
But to stand up and thank holy amazing grace
For this time, this setting, this place.
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Innocence
You fell into my lap like a black hole
Sun afraid and young and I watched you grow
Into a rose of a flower from another generation
More ingenious than my own, not to withhold respect
For genius is genius every time.
You gave me love I gave you wine
I gave you love you gave me mind
Full of matters about things you wish to know
With personal growth the only ability to show you,
The way you seek.
It is hard this way but you are just like me and in years
You will see, innocence is innocence
Letting be is letting be,
Even I could learn that fact from me.
I’ll be right back as soon as you see.
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Sun afraid and young and I watched you grow
Into a rose of a flower from another generation
More ingenious than my own, not to withhold respect
For genius is genius every time.
You gave me love I gave you wine
I gave you love you gave me mind
Full of matters about things you wish to know
With personal growth the only ability to show you,
The way you seek.
It is hard this way but you are just like me and in years
You will see, innocence is innocence
Letting be is letting be,
Even I could learn that fact from me.
I’ll be right back as soon as you see.
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Love Paid
How do you sleep at night,
Knowing the lies that you spun
Still trap you and others around,
A pair of scissors perhaps to cut the web.
I hope no running and holding them wrong,
Yes, I know you much better than that too.
I’ll tell you how I sleep,
Very carefully and full of deceit
With lies I have told myself that come true each day
Yet with honesty to try and face them each way.
Dismantle this ticking time bomb of emotional resurgence
Which you left, we left, in that room, aborted.
I know that you know that we both know one thing
Neither wants to see each other hurt,
So please make haste in cleaning your dirt,
The one from your lungs which decay worse than mold
The one from your embrace that makes me holding you cold.
I understand the situation; I don’t really think friends
Would suffice to say how this thing could end,
But in the end, it was the love we made
It equaled the love we paid.
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Knowing the lies that you spun
Still trap you and others around,
A pair of scissors perhaps to cut the web.
I hope no running and holding them wrong,
Yes, I know you much better than that too.
I’ll tell you how I sleep,
Very carefully and full of deceit
With lies I have told myself that come true each day
Yet with honesty to try and face them each way.
Dismantle this ticking time bomb of emotional resurgence
Which you left, we left, in that room, aborted.
I know that you know that we both know one thing
Neither wants to see each other hurt,
So please make haste in cleaning your dirt,
The one from your lungs which decay worse than mold
The one from your embrace that makes me holding you cold.
I understand the situation; I don’t really think friends
Would suffice to say how this thing could end,
But in the end, it was the love we made
It equaled the love we paid.
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I Was
I rise and muse from a dream
One not of you, but beginning with a waking start
Of your reception of my news,
Which can only be said and not taken,
Good or bad.
As usual the words are carefully chosen and lovingly placed,
Like a gift in a Christmas stocking, in October
Not quite a trick, just the right treat
Carefully sugared and candied like old corn
Sweet with butter dripped upon the husk
Something so uncommon.
I wonder if it is humanly possible to have such compassion
Or why my dreams taunt me with such silly questions as
Was she responsible for the change you saw?
The evil you became, in your eyes?
No of course not, I was.
I was.
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One not of you, but beginning with a waking start
Of your reception of my news,
Which can only be said and not taken,
Good or bad.
As usual the words are carefully chosen and lovingly placed,
Like a gift in a Christmas stocking, in October
Not quite a trick, just the right treat
Carefully sugared and candied like old corn
Sweet with butter dripped upon the husk
Something so uncommon.
I wonder if it is humanly possible to have such compassion
Or why my dreams taunt me with such silly questions as
Was she responsible for the change you saw?
The evil you became, in your eyes?
No of course not, I was.
I was.
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The Last Ditch of the World War
To disappear and reappear
Translocations finest,
The gift of making mind short circuit
Played upon a guitar’s finest chords
Tuning each string by ear.
So near to the perfection that you claimed,
Yet even further away from the epicenter of chaos.
Here sits a theory that none can be the true element carbon exposed,
Just sit there laying ragged exposed
Raw and uncut like the truest diamond man can fashion
Yet lacking the millions of years to produce the flaw.
This can be the ego thaw that you longed for
Yet still you persist there is something missing
In the sunset kissing your forehead,
A sound lulling you to sleep,
It is the grim reaping of solace and deep.
Thoughts drowned finally, no longer attacking your nomenclature
Allowing things of objects and names of things to settle like sea salt
At the bottom of a plasma filled tube, spun to pool together each layer
Of your wine of flesh to rest,
This was your last ditch effort at it’s best.
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Translocations finest,
The gift of making mind short circuit
Played upon a guitar’s finest chords
Tuning each string by ear.
So near to the perfection that you claimed,
Yet even further away from the epicenter of chaos.
Here sits a theory that none can be the true element carbon exposed,
Just sit there laying ragged exposed
Raw and uncut like the truest diamond man can fashion
Yet lacking the millions of years to produce the flaw.
This can be the ego thaw that you longed for
Yet still you persist there is something missing
In the sunset kissing your forehead,
A sound lulling you to sleep,
It is the grim reaping of solace and deep.
Thoughts drowned finally, no longer attacking your nomenclature
Allowing things of objects and names of things to settle like sea salt
At the bottom of a plasma filled tube, spun to pool together each layer
Of your wine of flesh to rest,
This was your last ditch effort at it’s best.
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The Shadow
To the shadow of contempt that screams my name
As if the bats of hell were released,
Turning a Eucharist to a drama.
What is it that I owe to you, why do you crave to see beauty die, stifled
A love of power, that you know not how to obtain,
Yet you still pray, when the book is in front of you.
Is five minutes worth the actions of an entire day?
Can one break a deal with them self?
Yes, the uncanny ability, and again, another paradox.
A human being, may be the only being able, to deceive the thing they love most
For self, for preservation, for fear lingers always in those that did not heed.
Masterful advice,
You shall live forever, if only you knew.
My prayers be with you.
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As if the bats of hell were released,
Turning a Eucharist to a drama.
What is it that I owe to you, why do you crave to see beauty die, stifled
A love of power, that you know not how to obtain,
Yet you still pray, when the book is in front of you.
Is five minutes worth the actions of an entire day?
Can one break a deal with them self?
Yes, the uncanny ability, and again, another paradox.
A human being, may be the only being able, to deceive the thing they love most
For self, for preservation, for fear lingers always in those that did not heed.
Masterful advice,
You shall live forever, if only you knew.
My prayers be with you.
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Consumed
On top the mountain top bluff,
Caked with clay, holding the step together
We sit, transfixed with one another. Lost.
In each others eyes we gaze for eternity,
Pouring our souls content into the years,
Short although, that we have lost apart,
Wondering who, or how we can possibly
Remedy the past that we have been, torn from us.
Years where you grew, I grew apart,
With glimpses here and there,
It seems we had the same experiences.
Paradoxical, yes, but like one fathoming a quasar
It makes sense, how big the events truly transcend.
Yet small in meaning, the grand weight that we have of freedom
Overcompensates for all that vast light,
Illumination that would blind blind.
I long for your unseized gaze, as the iris with slight fractures
Dash and collide with my feeble picture of your beauty.
Yes this is what happens when two forces swirl around each other
At a velocity so immense,
Cosmic rays commune.
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Caked with clay, holding the step together
We sit, transfixed with one another. Lost.
In each others eyes we gaze for eternity,
Pouring our souls content into the years,
Short although, that we have lost apart,
Wondering who, or how we can possibly
Remedy the past that we have been, torn from us.
Years where you grew, I grew apart,
With glimpses here and there,
It seems we had the same experiences.
Paradoxical, yes, but like one fathoming a quasar
It makes sense, how big the events truly transcend.
Yet small in meaning, the grand weight that we have of freedom
Overcompensates for all that vast light,
Illumination that would blind blind.
I long for your unseized gaze, as the iris with slight fractures
Dash and collide with my feeble picture of your beauty.
Yes this is what happens when two forces swirl around each other
At a velocity so immense,
Cosmic rays commune.
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Glow
When the cat’s away the mice shall play,
Roaming through fields set with sunlit days.
Sit, bask. Allow the flowers to fill palms of grace.
Waist high grass, leaves you half lost, half found;
Out of the forest crowned.
Warming the skin and moving slowly is the wild wicked ways,
Youth encapsulated, freed of burdens set ablaze or held below drowned.
Coming round the edges of your silhouette is a shadow, a friend.
Numb. You embrace the untouchable.
The unknowable that doesn’t exist.
Yet malingers, smiling.
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Roaming through fields set with sunlit days.
Sit, bask. Allow the flowers to fill palms of grace.
Waist high grass, leaves you half lost, half found;
Out of the forest crowned.
Warming the skin and moving slowly is the wild wicked ways,
Youth encapsulated, freed of burdens set ablaze or held below drowned.
Coming round the edges of your silhouette is a shadow, a friend.
Numb. You embrace the untouchable.
The unknowable that doesn’t exist.
Yet malingers, smiling.
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The Prince
The prince sat in the center of the concrete sidewalk
Unmoved;
The giant walked by afraid of the haunting form
Stopping a moment to reflect upon the past
Do you know your destiny young prince?
Are you aware of your fate?
If I can tell you the countless tales of what you will become
It would make cold blood run.
No, I will learn from you.
Anything so small that would stand up to a giant
Is a signature of divinity.
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Unmoved;
The giant walked by afraid of the haunting form
Stopping a moment to reflect upon the past
Do you know your destiny young prince?
Are you aware of your fate?
If I can tell you the countless tales of what you will become
It would make cold blood run.
No, I will learn from you.
Anything so small that would stand up to a giant
Is a signature of divinity.
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A Dark Procession
The present condition floats like this
No precipitation will allow you to pry into bliss
The most arid desert is in the most southern land
If I take your hand, do not demand a plan.
Are you ready and prepared to challenge each hair
On your scalp that was given to you by your own hand?
Think about the massacre you would demand
Self incriminating on the trust
Funding the open torrent of blame
An arctic degree will shiver your knees
Steal your warmth
Blast you with breeze;
Let us proceed.
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No precipitation will allow you to pry into bliss
The most arid desert is in the most southern land
If I take your hand, do not demand a plan.
Are you ready and prepared to challenge each hair
On your scalp that was given to you by your own hand?
Think about the massacre you would demand
Self incriminating on the trust
Funding the open torrent of blame
An arctic degree will shiver your knees
Steal your warmth
Blast you with breeze;
Let us proceed.
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North of France
Some ask for much,
I only ever wanted a ribbon for this old typewriter.
The keystone, the rose, spoke delicately to me, yeah.
Does this old opinion even matter?
I suppose not.
The tracks led into a vanishing point that all blended into one.
These old photos, hearts on cards, twin sized, apart.
How do you restart the dark?
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I only ever wanted a ribbon for this old typewriter.
The keystone, the rose, spoke delicately to me, yeah.
Does this old opinion even matter?
I suppose not.
The tracks led into a vanishing point that all blended into one.
These old photos, hearts on cards, twin sized, apart.
How do you restart the dark?
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An Appointment
An appointment to see the truth
The doctor is in to check your record
You say nothing in order to play the game
The doctor has won.
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The doctor is in to check your record
You say nothing in order to play the game
The doctor has won.
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Saturday, October 2, 2010
The Fountain
Mirrored by his crowning achievement of no work truly done
The old man climbed into bed
The glories of his days
Wasted away
On teaching the youth
How to maintain
The fountain that seemed to never stop giving
During the hot summer months or the cold winter days
The fountain expelled thoughts in the form of elemental bliss
Thoughts being carried on bubbles
Foam and mist wafted through the air
Ocean spray without the sand grinding into the sole’s of feet
As he over looked the remnants of the quiet distilled night
The joy of such hours when the World finally would teach him
Set in
This was the moment he longed for
Eternity.
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Rain
When it rains it pours
From the windows of soul
The curse of my fate
To catch the glimpse of pain
On your beautiful face
That pleads for reconciliation
In the midst of this desolation
Of triumph we know none
This is warfare
This is militaristic fun
Of green army men
Versus tan brethren
Strategically placed in childhood
Toys left out to play
As adults sidestep through by ways
We may pretend to be bold
Grown and in full pursuit
But I still see the pain
Hidden away caused from my refrained state
Betrayal and weight of only allowing a certain
Small in sequential safeguards into my bunker
To extend past this bomb shelter any further
Would risk nuclear fallout and cell decay
If these words directly I could say
The picture would attempt a Picasso
A bit crazy a bit burdened a bit sheltered too
I will carry the pain of that second with you.
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All A Dream
The requirement of a dream is faith
One that you can achieve the goal
Set upon the most strong
This is the weight of the World
How it is carried will ensure your joy
The other vantage point could be demise
In the pain of love
There is no easy path
Although the soul did demand
An equal spread across the board
The decisions to place this here or hold
My dreams were yours
Your dreams were mine
Both dreams together
Collected recollections of time
Either you have the dream
Or the dream will have you
Pick it apart
Or continue on through.
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The Museum
A collection of souls
Laced the halls
The curators abode
Tamed and pleasant
The trophies of ages past
Belonging no longer to the Artist's fashion
Now on exhibition for public viewing
At twilight however
The lost talent belonged to non other
Than the man in charge of their care
The watermarks at the bottom of the page
His manuscript written in his own manner
A museum of the most wonderful collections
Crystallized and sapping the strength of form
Leaving the moment to the amber gaze of his eyes
Bemused at his collectivist intelligence
Each of every piece restoring his visage
As each night time stroll equated the mirage
One thousand lands calling each his home
Recalling the adventures buried with bone
Although many would pass through these gates in due time
Sultry chance relinquished the hold on his mind.
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Wandering Spirit
I was not brave when I peered over the edge
There was a dizzying sensation swirling around
In my head I witnessed a vertical decline
As I was taken aback from the hairs upon cedar sound and twine
In my mind I saw completeness and peace
Mirrored by the opposite unequivocal grief
One of being and one of essence there tended by the trail of proof
Learning to fly alongside gravitation's uncountable use
To remain in between would ensure cradled dream
Possessed by all
Utilized by few
A dare to the self quietness of mind
Threaded slow and constant alongside secrets tied to a line
The reflections among enjoying carnivorous walls
The cave made of stone and hieroglyph calls
A pause to contemplate the shadow's stature, mocking salute
Intertwining softly a violent wind in pursuit
Tossing the albatross you thought you slew
Commandeering your vessel
Inspired fire consumed
The letters the box all ablaze too
These are the memories in time
In your eyes
No opinions
Just silent clues
Opened in air carbon diluted by oxygen bruised
Like the brambles of the ego you thought you knew
Casted from the tower
Your maiden voyage resumed
Though blind with the senses
A wandering spirit sees new.
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Universal Mind
If the weight of the World encompassed just one
Bathed in the light issued forth from one thousand Suns
If all the mass crafted haphazardly spun
Made it's way to the source singlehandedly done
If a garden was yours to plant what may come
Would tilling the soil with your hand proceed all fun
Like the rivers of old deep bonds to each run
As the heaviest waters cleanse the spirit's sung
A parallel shore could be fathomed once more
Yes the angels too would pause in mid score restored
And here lays the freedom
Inherent in all things
If by the will of the free
Even lead painting sings
With the swings of the pendulum
Sometimes high sometimes low
Moving so constant with speed refrained slow
In the electrified sparks potential and might
Towards the hum of the butterfly dancing in flight
Everything with a meaning and for it a thing
The other side realized exploring within
Though we attract at times we push away
The space in between allows creation to play
When these things come to forefront with time
The force of the Universe will whisper to mind.
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