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Today’s Music
Today finds me searching for a more settled, and calm place. I chose the band “Startle the Heavens” new release “Glowing in the Living Light”. The music is ambient, instrumental, rock, soothing – the kind of music you hear in your head when the sun rises from behind a mountain peak and the first light catches…
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Poem leftovers
As I debated within myself whether or not the “Untitled” poem should be left as is, or delve further into the mind, and what is being sought, I tossed these stanzas around. These are lost in the ether now, searching for a new poem to hopefully pick them up. Other Lines (2) Descending fully into…
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Untitled Poem
I posted part of this a few days ago. It’s the first new poem I have written in awhile as I wait for my well to replenish. This is the completed first part of the piece. I have tried writing 1 or 2 more sections to this, but they are coming across as forced, contrite,…
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The Medicine Man
The medicine man imparted these words before transforming into a raven and vanishing from this space: Stop thinking. Know. Forced thinking, what you seek dissapears. Beyond the mountain the valleys are deep and wide. Going into them blind, distracted thinking, will consume you. Instead enter the gate and immediately stop. See your arms outstretched. Welcome…
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Poem – Bullets in my Sky
My sky I built Hands bound Tight noose Vibrant blue Stretching forever My sky I built My life I built Mind controls Thoughts forgotten Bullet filled Piercing blow Shattered mirror Glass raining Outstretched arms Catching pieces Razors tearing Shreds gone I awake Palms wet Distant thoughts Cloudy memories Surrounding myself White sheet Please forgive My…
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I am a work progress
That is all.
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Over Lunch
From a distance, over breakfast or lunch, I sit and watch. I listen. Taken in by the environment, I am anonymous, no one special. I do not stand out. Here is what I see: People hiding behind cell phones, showing affection to the beautiful glow of the screen and downloading apps; intense conversations working toward…
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Decompression
Overlooking Silver Lake, I slowly let go of the day, and the past week. So much weight and so many worries. The stress is taking over the color of my hair (more character some say). I wonder silently and within, is it all worth the results at the end of day? What is the end…
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Stone Garden
Intently walking the empty shoreline with faint reminders of empty fields each stone or grain of sand unique we listen to our internal voice in choosing which will become the stone garden we will build and tend to. Some stones are quiet, content with their place here. Some stones jump or shine. Still others sit…
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Poem – Death
This valley is filled with death. Take a step back… how did I get here? A few lifetimes ago, I came upon an ancient river flowing through Babylon and I drank from the waters, I drank so much that I fell into a deep sleep and just woke up 37 years ago. I am unsure…