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Poem – What Matters Most in the Violent Waves
Thinking back on the past I see the signs and guides more clearly and with more openness than at the time. Thinking about where I am now I plan what future I want, the reach of my sphere of influence and the morals I must exhibit. What I question are the words thrown to the…
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Looking Forward
Whatever is forward becomes the present before becoming the past and with eyes open we absorb nature in all of its glory.
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Poem – Snow Always Proceeds the Fall
The depth of days, carrying the memories from the past through the present into a future laid bare in our hands. Silence precedes the chaos we create, but until that moment the silence is unsettling, daunting, and disarming. Snow comes first with a message of peace and hope a subtle warning from the winds originating…
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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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Poem – Beginning of a Season in Hell
I am petrified, The walls surrounding me Reaching towards Heaven and Hell Thoughts consumed, Turn towards the past What I had and lost and what I gave up I see her image, Like I remember Her warm touch, Her warm tears upon my cheek A deep voice to protect me Further back I travel to…
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Essay – Guides and Turning Points
How did I get here? An important question I throw into the air while reading, writing, and drinking coffee on a cold morning with early sunlight across the fields. In this current state of being, I awoke a few years ago after sleep walking through most of my life and leaving my path up to…
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Poem – Walked Across the Field
I walked across that empty field after the weeds took over and boulders fell from the darkening sky and trees took root. I walked across what used to be the empty field a gameboard for my mind a history of what has taken place, what I allowed to happen and I threw gasoline everywhere and…
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Poem – Another Life
In another life I scaled the peak. I tasted the salt and blood of success and defeat. I stood and watched clouds rise and fall. Moons passed and kingdoms fell before the mountain swallowed me whole.
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Poem – Circle
The path I now walk circles and oscillates between two lives I struggle to be a part of I struggle to define. Each has merits and fulfillment each brings me closer to the being my past and my future conspired to create, so why do I struggle in the present? That life I judge myself…
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Poem – Where is the Path?
The burning city settles below the horizon as evening darkens trees and empty streets. ~ Lost into haze I let go and allow instincts to guide me through each day, unaware of each step and each mile that passes, I arrive and I leave this space. ~ I see black shadows across the ceiling, in…