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Untitled
"Untitled" I'm gone, so long By the sound made us with your body The smell of you held in the case More than lead and draw me In for the course The heights we sail You reached for the fall Before you surrendered to me Who brought you down In what backwoods you'd grown Before me, so purely conceived A voice deep and sweet…
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Apple Pie.
someone's in the kitchen singing soft and low I can smell an apple pie it's cooling on the window sill words so beautiful sung by an angel I can feel her warm embrace. our living room is quiet now the kids have grown and moved away but the memories of little voices still keep me awake at night I still listen to what they…
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flower pot
living or death dying opposed warmth careful light careless sky why? she just wants the little things a lively dream where prayers strong as steel flow river like bending around fallen oaks dead leaves take off downstream (pause)
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Colors of the night
Quite walks thru passages of time as the holey one whispers the names written on the wall and the voices of angels sing as he touches the cold stone of ages inside the marbled hall. Subway trains and flashing lights are the colors of the night While street signs painted in shades of Destiney Hang silently beneath my sight…
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I am free to be myself
It seems to me that I can float in, float out disappear, re-appear, take a vacation, or go to work as I please whether or not I am any small part of anyone’s future or past my days are my own! if I disappear or don’t disappear it doesn’t matter!! nobody but myself nothing but my own humming thought! apparently, there's no…
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something
do you remember me? the tall one with the yellow flowers the flowers in my hair and in my sigh as I wait for you in the fields tall grass nobody knows we were there the sun gave us away it zig zagged that day nobody noticed but to the sky the bells rung
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In the Garden
I walked til I found 'No Service', To spend time in prayer to God. I listened to the windy song, and every crow that caw-ed. I basked in the sunshine, and felt a love I never knew. To know that He feeds each one of them; And, yes He feeds me too. Speaks volumes of His love for me. How undeserved it be. That He cherishes…
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here
The marks on the ground are there for a reason, as well as the footprints and the birds..as well as you and I.. We don't always know why..Every thought i've been thinking, every step I've been making has brought me to right this place.. I want to make the right steps and think the right thoughts..I can only try but I won't…
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poem: towerings
(part I)... so towers were scattered randomly across the distance stone would climb the sky like ivy soon becoming pink, purple & peach colors would be flowers no more gray rock ancient but as sturdy if not more than durable pit gravestones piled to the sun each dawn geese overheard gave call gave song touching this soft…
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For the month of April/poetry.......
I strode into the cafe Wondering what went wrong Feeling like a broken hearted loser From that sappy love song I ordered my favourite coffee Found our favourite table And I took a chair Looked for your loving eyes Of course you weren't there My life is upside down Since what we've been through My coffee tastes bitter I now…
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Contemplation of the time between
We are born. We all die. What counts is what we do with the time given in between. I watched the shadows of clouds as they raced my car down the mountain today. I watched as the clouds showered rain upon the space before me, as if I had the sun tied to my vehicle; dragging it along. Winding curves, covered in brief shadow,…
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question
how do you turn down what is your little flower who is in your corner what is your song book blowing open to the right page how do you hang up predetermination of tomorrow your sunrise finally sun setting on green moss dark blue morning forest believed in your dreams continually, like a source orange and gray warmth and…
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Life
Your splendor shows in everything you do ''It is success'' Your vigour I lust in the memory of us I recall and im a mess!! You wont ever be a lowly one Although that's how your mind is set. Your so humble you attract everything Thats why your abode is comfort On that you can bet. I long to wake before your eyes To share…
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Sweetbird
there was a bird in my yard was moven around looken for grub pecked some bugs from the weeds i pulled was in a gardening mood there they lay looken at them browning in the sun soon all dried, disinagrated and blown about by the wind maybe they'll become one with the dirt transform into furtilizer and blossom some magic…
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My well is dry
Try to live my life undaunted Haunted tho I am Stories to fill the pages Engages my thoughts A child born of children Filled them too full Pressure just too much Such pain has visited me I try to overcome Become someone I may not be Unsure of the path Hath I have no home I have been the rock Block out the past It has it's…
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Forever.
From here where I stand forever comes a day Forever in my heart Forever in my mind. From here where I stand I see through the trees Forever in my sight Forever in my eyes. From here where I stand I feel the lost souls Forever in the woods Forever near the streams Forever surrounding me. My journey through forever and many…
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mysteries
I don’t know what’s inside an atom I don’t know what is beyond our galaxy! so small, so large, these mysteries and I don’t know why this is always going to be just a feeling, without a body I’m living my life the best way I can here in my home, with a distant awareness of a spirit out in space maybe in my next life, I’ll…
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Cradle
Time envelopes my mind Passing through is just seems to pass on by Which each thought I add a little rhyme & I want to release from this & somehow fly.... So I cradle this truth like a key For sometimes I wish it would set me free But I've lost my childhood & my dreams And all that's left is broken and ...drifting away…
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And when the air reminds us it's alive
And when the air reminds us it's alive heaven exists the humidity is gone, and we're in the air of California at least, the California of my best memories that crisp warm air of my dreams walk outside and remember why we're here! oh, the generous wind still whispers in the trees when we visit somewhere quiet it still makes…
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I loved you first by Christina Rossetti
I loved you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove. Which owes the other most? my love was long, And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong; I loved and guessed at you, you construed me And loved me for what might or might not be – Nay,…