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Flipping back through pages of my life
Flipping back through pages of my life To reminisce over the events from which I’m forged I fill with bittersweet melancholy. For a familiar, yet distant place. Cradled in recollecting hands A compendium of still flowing tear-laced memories, distant sounds … Continue reading
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Entered a Dervish
Her hearts smoke rose from doused flames of love wisps entwined with her obsidian tresses interwoven with gray and a long journey’s dust From the door she entered, went A whirling dervish whose time was spent Amidst a rose whose petals … Continue reading
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Where my Beloved Waits
Oh you pavement scuffers, ceiling crawlers Why not walls of wheat and woodland? Jump the railcar wayfarers… What of floors of flower and dirt. You’re plodding through the pate When you should be dancing through dharma, reveling from the root. … Continue reading
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Abandon Everything
My angels, dark and light, come out by dawn or dusk, under cover of night. Carrying torches when the body’s cold, palm leaves for shade In the hearts abode not a brick is laid… to reinforce high walls where I’ve … Continue reading
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Dreamt you wrote a poem
I dreamt you wrote a poem and I read it in my sleep; I woke in low light to find it true, it shone my eyes, every word of you My arms too, have become my wings. You do this … Continue reading
25wtT (part 2)
Out to the continents edge, expecting answers by journey’s end… we stand on wave-washed driftwood, perplexed… and the mind lets go where the heart begins. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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The Road
Do not love a love so readily given, let it love you and abrade; to sink lightly to its caress. Love is not the road you’re on rather, you are the road, under its steps. I am a bridge you … Continue reading
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All We’ve Lost
Spin about a thread-fine axis, collapse to a point, disappear into the universe through the portal of an infinitely small door. Do this when you desire and return to the plane of earthly existence… All you’ve loved, within all that … Continue reading
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The Need for a Lover
The difference between loving outwardly and going deeper and deeper into the anthology of my life is that of a need for a lover. Of outward and inward, one is always a lonely journey into the past, the other, … Continue reading
Writers Jihad
Hence this writers jihad… We’ve become modernists of belief, infused with the fear of punishment taught to us all our lives; we take the whip, milk, and honey from the “hands of God” as if those were the gifts of … Continue reading