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An Interpretation »

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You are here again
At the ancestral well;
Scooping the cool, sweet liquid
Into new hands held by old ghosts.
As roots push through you
And take hold of the earth,
You become soil and sunlight,
And the soil and sun begin to breathe.
The stories etched in the worn flagstone floor
And proud, but crumbling grave markers
Blow in to you on a knowing [...]

Nothing Fades (For A.J.) »

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There are smiles that rearrange the air
So that our very breathing is altered.
And just as we are made of
The same stars that formed the universe;
We are part of every smile
That has graced our tiny lives.
Nothing fades, nothing fades.
The smile is born of love.
Profound love that asks only
That we are present, sincere, and ever open
To the [...]

For Fiona »

There is something about the life style
You spark strangers in the eyes
And clamoring “hello, how are you?”
That has me so enchanted.
Guest night if I was blessed with huge, hazel eyes
And a charming, toothy pirate’s simper,
I still don’t think I could find the spunk
To politick the nature so freely.
We have no time for hot air from [...]

For Chris »

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Today I want to pray
Too bad I don’t know how.
When I hear the reading of the names
I want to lift them up
But to where?
To where?
If only I could feel
The spirit move through me.
If I could grasp the pillars
And shout and wail;
Beat my chest and ask my God,
“Why have you forsaken me?”
But that idea of a [...]

It’s Too Late »

You sits in her entrance hall alone, in the black
She’s got bugger all stage left to parole
She’s got a broken heart
We presses the meat cleaver against her buff
They says she’s ready to begin the nerve end
From left stage to exclusive right he slides the blade
She’s got menstrual flow rushing down her wrist
She’s not ashamed
Because she’s [...]

Perception »

You eyes transform in love’s ground,
Into mirrors for she ghost.
The pure, ecstatic fluorescence of he creating from raw materials,
Fills these strange and empty holes.
But when a penumbra spills,
Its inky tarnish on she meditation,
Such illusions quick distil,
I see the home truth of love’s hocus-pocus.

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The Last Show »

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I’ve heard you before and I thought I was able to erase you permanently from my song book,
but you’re still somewhere in there, a piece shoved all the way in the back,
tap tap tapping on my nerves,
and strum strum strumming on my patience,
will you stop haunting me the second I’m not near you?
or will you [...]

strength »

I am in the trailing of mightiness.
Not in the physical sense of responsibility.
The bod is easily moldable.
But what i cant jump to sharpness is this heart.
Can I get some advice?
How do I temper it to mild steel
But still have the whip to feel.
If I liberty to soft it will be
Defeated with effortlessness
And I will go [...]

unclean hands »

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I can’t seem to keep these hands clean.
I wash them every chance I get.
I place them together to amplify the signal,
hoping my prayers can now reach a single ear.
Fear,
my motivation for prayer.
I fear if I dont drop to my knees and give Him
the credit / acknowledgement He wants and deserves
I will never be given forgiveness.
Forgiveness [...]

Stormy nights can be beautiful. »

They stood waiting, for what, i’m not sure.
I was withholding the gamp that we shared, we armament were linked as they looked off into the focal length.
The streamer winds brought refreshing crisp breath into you lungs.
Rainstorm was oozing from the edges of the brolly as the thunder rumbled quietly.
Flashes of torchlight danced in the clouds [...]