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Poem – The Border Kingdom
(1) We drive the dusty road east from the mountains toward the flat land not divulging any secrets from this distance. Still morning the intense sun withers fallen vegetation and quickly dissipates dew clinging to cactus needles. We have not spoken since the pass where we studied the horizon surveying what we left behind and…
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Poem – Destiny
As the rain subsides and the sky fills with birds I am left with a fragment of who I was yesterday. That is to say each day we are given the chance to change to shed what is not needed and keep what we are destined to be.
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Poem – Across The Sea
Across the black sea I see nothing with these eyes and I stand here not as I see myself and not as I desire to be but as the being accepted by the water. Across the see littered with fragments I am but a whisper cast from mountain tops. I hope with every last shred…
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Poem – Fragmented Days
The more we hear the more we turn away from the voices carried from beyond the horizon on broken winds as each day chips away at the armor. Thoughts scatter through the empty field past the tree line and I stop at the border. What inhabits the forest I cannot see or hear? Days broken.…
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Poem – Boundaries
In these chaotic times dancing on the edge of belief and moral code, what I see and you see are opposite, conflicting, cast across hardened boundaries fought with might until death. But, light and shadow are caused by the same processes derive from the same energy, are one in the same. Let’s pickup the fragments…
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Poem – Broken
I am broken and beneath the evening sun my pieces melt. In the moonlight I am made whole again.
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Poem – A Plea, part 2
I see you in fragmented dreams images from a life I have not lived unfocused faces and voices mouthing words I cannot hear. I see images on billboards and movie vignettes where touching moments break through the wall 20-years old. I see you in rare dreams sourced from beyond this life, beyond the choice I…
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Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally, and physically to myself as a wandering soul, a student of this life struggling to relate and come to terms with previous lives. The empty field is the essence of the mind and energy transferred to a…
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Random 9/11 Thoughts
(1) A depth of feeling carried each day buried into the subconscious of each witness, born into each offspring, burned into humanities collective. (2) Questions will always outweigh the answers when we attempt and desire to look beneath the surface, the material evidence, the words and images – we want the person’s thoughts, state of…
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Poem – Fragments of the person
(1) Washed with silent words spoken by creatures of the day and night I let go and slept in their midst while the sky turned and the sun left this space beyond the trees. (2) In the depths of dreams I saw the clouds move slowly across the empty fields and at the beginning or…