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standing there
(part I. you bastards) angelic from leaf sky down to my feet it was not snowing but as pure as she wore a close smile here her china doll is not still with a magical moon lit she did so deep lost & high every window went away the prayers slow filled the room (puppy breath & my childhood rememberings & rings) with sweet…
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With Thee
I don’t have to climb it, ride it or conquer it Your mountains, your horses, your sea I don’t have to bend it, shape it or own it Your rivers, your gardens, your streams I don’t have to chop it, burn it or clear it Your forests, your grasses, your fields I don’t have to claim it, cage it or clip it Your shorelines, your…
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Who are We?
As in so many Summer Squalls Lightning streaks the Sky Selecting it's next victim The element of surprise Once the shock is over To burn and fly away? Or shake a fist and shake it off “Fuck you, not yours today!” Your Sun burns skin unprotected And shelter and culture is a must Minds forever working, working We pray, “In…
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good-bye
to die for the sun it'll say this when i'm gone equals are winter nights & me a single autumn leaf dried brittle like where i dream thin ice was never under toe all freight trains still sunk down deep where the darkness of whaling harpoons splits seas wide open spilling over in red waves with nothing flowing decent anymore…
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Lunch Break
She looks down at the plate of baked salmon and pasta salad, waiting to be eaten Today's funny page laid out before her, waiting to be read Here in this small break room In this small office In this small town How significant is this moment? How significant is any moment? To the "big picture"? To the "grand scheme" of…
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Evening Walk
Went out of the house when the Sun went down My dog really needed a walk I was a little disheartened, for no breeze could be found The heat enveloped me like a cloak The stars appeared hazy, as if they felt the heat too Our brisk walk was quite lazy instead The only things enjoying this weather, I knew Were the bugs and…
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2 b reel
2 b reel, internet games and fishing… rods float amongst the ravenous eyes… that is where it is at… surrounded by small comforts in memory gone bye… making a big space for new creation… to be kept in small memories… once again pen tweaks the wrist in a sideways draw… the daily watering that was not done... the once- a…
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Outlets and Plugs
My outlets, my plugs there’s no need to hide it no need to get by it some days I see it spread out! music just grabs me hold on, hold on, Hang On! it’s the beauty of it there’s the space to draw with a thousand colors it could be anything! it could be alive it could be soft or dark hard or bright even shiny or matt…
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The Archer
even thru this as I see it the day comes heart ache and happiness and the idea that one is right while the aero finds its way. straight thru the heart while days stand still wild horses run into the night but still the blind see what they will with blackened visions sealed with touch, scent and sound a hand full is taken…
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Numbered
Numbers, numbers, everywhere I look On every paper, in every book In my wallet, on my phone The bathroom scale, on everything I own The clock that sits on the bedside table The remote control and the guide for cable They're on my clothing and my shoes Numbers on my bottles of booze On my keyboard, the inside of my ring On…
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solacer
a bridge to generation generating bridges engineers and eggs hot fried on the track Rebekah tooting to rock the tots spilling into schoolyards harkening the quick spurts powerful in all they lay down once again a female at the helm honouring fathers and sons they have passed thru this valley hill and dale she reverend at…
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2:22
grass & white clover flowerings would be a sky with feathers under there where the sound of rain belonging lasts a blue & white bird have melted together somehow a small maple berry bushes & the area above the lines even each fence dove & flew about in a reckless acrobatic festival with chipmunks at their dish some days &…
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hero
take a picture if it helps it last take a moment, let it all pass the entrance sets us all back the exit still rests inside our heads sitting in my own mind, you were more than I could have ever thought you came and went within our own time, embrace the moment to hold for all pride something that makes one unique something…
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niight
do you see that big as expanse of everything that is viewed here while sitting smelling honeysuckle do you launch like that vivid as you live running dauntful from sorrow the thick of your life which you rut and balance it's funny how the most important things go unnoticed it's funny how the source of our souls is so…
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"An Untitled Us"
I am a nothing dreaming of something beyond beauty and the fates. An emptiness so captivating it speaks to the unknown. Forward unto dreams I dared not sail to in the past. And walk softly upon my soul. Upon these pages I give you my everything. For you to keep hold, the scared, till the winds of time settle and unfold.…
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Too many, Too much
If human beings were all one color Of one faith or perhaps none at all Would we still have reason to kill each other? Climb to the top and watch them fall? If we all shared the land together No flags, one common goal Would we find another reason to kill our brother? The answer, I think, you know Too many people leaving in…
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The Loner and his Leach
Words run away leave me alone for just one day bounding and re-bounding like pistons in my head I gave you fuel, now I want you dead So I swim...in all directions as if I could ever get away you cling to me like leaches stagnant water larva, licking remorseful clay What do I do to get back in the pool everyone is playing,…