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Fighting the urge
So magnetic your pull
You always find me
Filled with your essence
I fall to my bed
Dreams erupe in vibrant color
Until it fades to black
Absent am I
Nothingness ignites
Burning away memory
As ashes quietly settle
And the pain has reseated
Eyes wide open
Day light streaming through like liquid gold
Dust sparkling between shadow
After the daze
And floating thought
I inhale sweet air
With lightness I rise
Another hopeless night
Reborn in pure morning
blaze
this sun
a crown of glory
prompting
rain
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Shake me shake
I shan't break
my roots are deeper
than any could make
let my limbs
with leaves be raked
but still I'll stand
in pride -not fake
Now come on find
a place to rest
where I'll shade
to meet your quest
just come on now
and be my guest.
Let me begin
Find truth through folly
Face the light
Practice life until theory becomes fact
Let me leap
Soar through the galaxy, spinning
So high up, gliding in blurry neon
Reaching for God at our passing glance
Catching space in my hands
Let me love
Caring arms take me to euphoria
Locks, and chains fall from my imprisoned heart
We blossom in love
Familiar smells unleash the flood of memory
Just to keep form floating
Let me sigh
To take a calm breath
Find peace in morning light
Venus in Abolone
At sunrise strolling whitecapped beach
all thoughts stray as seagull fly
mind pulled full from human reach
by mother ocean's lullaby
un-thoughts buried deep enough
that a flash bold caught the eye
pointed path on a different bluff
to see the flare under the sky
Imbedded, buried in tide's cruel rut
I pulled and it stubbornly, finally gave
slipped wet sand from it, I saw a form jut
from a shell iridescent, a motionless slave
Your voice calls from the Dark
Whispers that haunt
each flake of Snow
The wet kiss of the ice trails my cheek
The only truth,
the ground with each step.
Your tongue darts the mind
Thoughts tortured
with each stab of the Arctic wind
The warmth of my palms partially melts the ice
The true rest,
The completeness of the Dark.
The wind marries the Dark
A silent Blizzard
I am nowhere and everywhere
Sitting in a poplar's shade
on this late spring afternoon
while heat sends shimmers in the glade
summer time will be here soon
A drop of sweat dives off my nose
as I sip on a cold sweet tea
I can't shed any further clothes
for it would show too much of me
Bumbling bees provide a hum
as they pollinate the varied flowers
a toneless tone which leaves me numb
after hearing it for hours
CIRCLE
We who to this earth
are born
last as long
as it is by our nature
deemed
and from our beginnings strong
and bold
the seed in us grows too quickly old.
each day we begin to fade
and must leave behind
that which in us has died
and having gleaned what is left
we start all over again
Street Soldier Young….
You didn’t have to die young soldier,
at the hands of those black hearted fools.
Would you have lived until you were older,
if our leaders learned to play by the rules.
They preach about prosperity and peace,
while starting wars all over our lands.
They’d rather have our power increase,
than look after the poor in our hands.
Does that idiot Duncan Smith even care,
ripping through our poor like a storm.
will he worry where to eat, what to wear,
no he’ll always have a buddy to keep warm.
see nature through my eyes
and
as I sit at my window sill …..
pitter patters fall raindrops still ….
now the thunder comes roaring from far ….
thunder god is annoyed so far ….
then comes, another splash of lightening …
preceding, another thunderous volley….
flowers in the wind still dance about ….
in summer like spring, rains are welcome no doubt ….
but then it’s getting dark and cold ….
ere the sunrise hopefully tomorrow we are told
the flowers will in the wind blow …..
that will be a lovely show….
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