My life, a flickering candle 

A flame through the dark of night... 

In a stand upon a mantle 

Casting shadows and light. 

Will a glow or glimmer remain 

When this light is no more? 

Or will everything remain the same

As it has always been before?

(note- I've never posted this poem even though I used it as a sample in my Bio section.  It addresses the question whic...

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All I can do is follow my heart
The one that you fill.
You made me unique.
So I can follow no one else.
I wait for your still small voice.
But I don't hear anything.

I am blind, but I know it,
So there is hope.
I follow my heart
Where it leads, I go.
Yes, I am blind...
But I can feel the light.

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Holy smoke! We’ve a Pope! Triple Limerick.

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Well, knock me down with a feather!

There’s been a grand change in the weather,

Maga snowflakes are wilting,

God’s light’s unrelenting,

Now the Orange one’s all in a lather.

There’s a saying, cold hands and warm hearts,

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Beautiful to be fallen in a love with you my beloved

A union two twin flames

theirs
one old soul’s
shared nostalgia

about
our actions, how we react
an intertwined mind
quale, in the way we act
an ordeal with life
born into circumstance

chaotic
the conundrum
all of the elements and alignments required
the complexity of an immaculate conception
the manifestation of a woman and...

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Am I starting to not care anymore?

Children taken as spoils of war

Still breaks my heart...a little.

Enough to pray...a little.

Storms come and storms go

To make my soul weary,

So my life is no longer light and breezy.

Prayers go up...but they're not easy

To maintain.

So my heart begins to complain.

Then I'm reminded,

That when life's battles are no longer fought

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Sometimes I feel like a soul that's forever searching.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find the light.

I get weary.  I grasp for hope.

Sometimes I wonder, am I getting accustomed

To stumbling around in the dark of night?

I know I'll never stop my searching.

Even if it cost me everything that I hold dear.

Just to find out that You are

And have always been... right here.

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“Do unto others”, the Savior once said,

a golden rule given to sum it all up.

But we seem to want something complex instead,

like it is too simple or it’s not enough.

But nothing more’s needed and that’s just a fact,

that if we all lived by a new day would dawn

where we’d live in harmony with peace intact,

for so many ills would forever be gone.

But we are too b...

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homosapiens
practicing chiropractors
correct us —
posture up —
try, and
… stand upright

formless before the big bang
chaotic with a dark past, and
the light an omnipresent
cognizant force with foresight
for the universes future is in order

simulation theory
0’s & 1’s
the singularity
near infinite
expanding with each addition
times, O
multiplied it is still nil

intrinsic

...

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Leaving Egypt behind to follow the God

Who set you free.   Humbling... frightening...

To those accustomed to the yoke of slavery;

Because in the comfort and misery of bondage

There is not much need for faith.

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There is a reason for my life.

With each new season, I search for it...

It is not in what I may somehow achieve.

It is only that....  I believe.

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My heart is not the same.

It is worn and torn,

But every now and then

I feel it beat...

And I know

That You're still there.

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I know I'm not a hobo... on a train

But I feel like a vagabond... just the same.

My soul is like a wayfaring stranger,

Unable to settle down

Who's always just passing through

Going from town to town.

If I could just plant myself...

By a stream and let my roots grow...

I'd raise my branches toward the sun,

And bend when the wind does blow.

2009

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The resounding sins, of

many echo through

their etheric karma

manifesting the

good intentions, of

Personal Truth

at the end of the day the air waves:

find their way back home,

when the sun goes down, and

the lights go out at night

lightning never strikes the same place twice

however, once in a while you wonder…How? 

In the world we live in —

Th...

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If you sell your soul

Can you ever get it back?

Have you ever felt something

Slipping slowly from your grasp?

When that something lost is so vast

Can you just go on?

When you're in the fight of your life

And loose, can you forgive yourself?

When life's parade passes you by

Do you bother to wave?

Can you keep asking the questions

With answers too hard to face?

Ca...

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With my birdfeeder full

A bountiful supply

I think I'm giving nature a hand.

But as I watch nature unfold

It is she, that is helping me

By including me in her plan.

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Without you

I splatter.

I drip. I drop. I spill.

I am paint.

I conform to your will.

With you

I am bold, intense.

I shine.

Or I am quiet and reflective.

But I speak.

My life is a canvas

Ready to be filled.

I am paint...

I yield.

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In my innocence I was brave...

And knew no fear,

No boundaries, no limits, no doubts,

Unable to imagine my spirit contained.

The sky was open...

Then came that ceiling,

That flattened the top of my head,

And crowded my dreams with fear.

The ceiling was clear...

You could see right through,

Unwaivering and unmovable it sat,

Intending to crush my dreams, so...

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The driftwood floats,

Down toward the rocky slopes,

Without a care in the world.

"I can't be bothered by those jagged rocks now,

In this cool water where I enjoy my ride,"

"Besides, there's still time to turn this around,

If I could just go against the tide."

"What a life this is being driftwood,

Where I go next is anybody's guess."

So I smile like nothing's the matter,

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Why do poets ponder

The birds of the air...

For their beauty, their freedom, their song?

Why do they find peace in asking

Questions that begin with why?

Why are they so willing to share

The inner most part of their soul,

Hidden in symbolic mazes

With hedges high?

I guess what I'm really asking

Is why do I?

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Ladybug, ladybug on my wall

It was there all summer, but now it's fall.

It was there all season, but never found reason

To stand and fight, or take off in flight.

It just clung there helpless.... on my wall.

Afraid to stand, afraid to fall.

Not really sure about its gender,

Just watched it miss out on life's spendor.

Was it waiting there for a man?

Or for someone el...

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While most other birds sing a duet,

Or with a chorus hidden up in a tree,

There's a little bird that sings loud and proud, 

Alone, but in harmony.  

This little bird sings outside my window,

While the rest of the birds are asleep. 

This little bird sings with depth and conviction,

While others can only dream.

Where does it find the courage 

To stand alone and sing?

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an epitaph
covered in overgrown grass
numbers and a letter encrypted,
written to the deceased,
for only those who knew him
you’d truly understand

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the plumes of a caldera,
and the dark clouds,
sun overshadowed,
at its core a scalding heat turned colder
because of similarities
shared this simile
for the changing of seasons, anew
an unforgiven embrace

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he wouldn’t let us leave
without paying,
for our meal

had to-go

then bantered with them
and, you ordered to make him take it back

the whole ordeal was a real headache,
I could feel tension in the temple,
and had to meditate, to
clear my head and relieve the stress

I wanted to post a pic of my meal,
but it was almost traumatic

Maybe, I’m just being over dramatic?

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Make a painting with sweats,

And resins from plants ;sweets,

Bitters and thoughtful meets

To form its themes,

Weaved lining of lines,

Hardly the Magnum opus; it might,

But to feed it's beauty to flames,

Just to escape cold,

 And warm hands!

Am I a meaningful painting

Or just a plaything

Lying like a firewood

With no good,

 Isn't it you behind this, o almighty...

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had me my hand me downs
and, we all know too well known
if the shoe fits wear it

nicest stuff is worn out and she wore my XXL shirt around the house
her chores, get done…
one bra in the wash and no panties on

The first steps
commemorated with expensive shoes,
soles being broken in,
a mash of burning glass,
molten sand and in it,
it’s silica content

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veered off, routine stop, in the shoulder…
looking over your paper work,
keep your hands on the steering wheel,
“I’m not going to ask again”
repeated offenses
respect my authority

police officers
a ford mustang and dodge charger

government funded electric vehicles
take a look inside the hood, it
purrs like a street cat with a scratchy throat

cut the lights on and off
I’m just try...

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attempts
online attachments
“Hooks & Worm” viruses
hosted— a parasite

on the web
spider crabs
In their net

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You have to thank, be able to thank,

For every day and every ray of the Sun.

Talk about important things and frank!

Don't ever think about using the gun.

You should be grateful for what you have.

You should thank God who gave you love.

You'll learn to live without war and grief.

You'll find out that the war is a thief.

To thank. Is it an ability or a gif...

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Don't trust the sweet words of a stranger

If you don't want to get into the danger.

Sweet words may raise you to the clouds,

But you better run away without doubts.

And having bitten into your trust like a snake,

He will be wrapped in a trustworthy fake.

And then right on your field of fight,

He will try to prove that he is right.

Neither the darkness no...

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God presented me with a gift,

I looked at it and was surprised.

This item I couldn't manage to lift

Before I could anything realize.

Early in the morning, I made my plans.

But vanity decided to break intention.

My hopes went away with the vans.

And the prices they didn't mention.

I was quick at twenty, thirty, and so on.

I did not see the false o...

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My turn
I’m going to
spin the bottle
no one ever even noticed me
in High School
our first kiss
needs to be perfect
you don’t get a redo

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obsession …
— envy us
in the way they stay upsetting
themselves.

you’re setting yourself up for failure

possible optimism

two glasses
my other, half
fully blurry vision
they’re prescription
usually she has to squint
and hadn’t felt the planets tilt till now

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in pursuit of riches
snapped twigs, and
perseverance
exhausted —
all my resources …
gone,
in the heat of the moment.

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martyred
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Los Angeles

thug poetry

40 ounces of malt liquor
Olde English and calligraphy

slurring my words…
sounds as if I’m speaking in cursive

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take your shoes off at the door

I’ll take your coat

your hair smells refreshened
from the ozone
and
remnants of soap
lathered and rinsed out
in the rain shower

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attacking my integrity

questioning… me

myself,

I, was taught there was no such thing as a stupid question

second guessing…

why?

you were impolite.

looking for answers in an inner view

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big brother
little kids,
children in the middle
of
civil war torn nations

warring

civil discourse

say your prayers

“Our Father”

we gather together to ask for salvation

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Spun -
A burnout —
driven to madness
and
crashing,
in a
drug fueled accident

What a catastrophe!

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dimensional
cellular division
the genomic sequence

time is a light matrix
encoded in
0’s & 1’s
goes on forever …
and, in that order
10, 9.

A singularity
and absolute zero

the big freeze or heat death

he said no one can help us
when, asking the universe
for answers

what, times any number
… is nothing other than zero

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This tidal,
ebb and flow
of our own
mixed feelings
as a solution,
salted tears …
we are 60% water
with
these waves of emotion

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This tidal,
ebb and flow
of our own
mixed feelings
as a solution,
salted tears …
we are 60% water
with
these waves of emotion

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ancestors
shackled
and put in line
following the customs
of those, who
came before them
 

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We shouldn’t be embarrassed
to talk
…. about our problems
to a therapist

always looking at me, before you speak

I’m here for —You
if ever
you feel the need to talk about anything.

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Generation X
plagued
with
this ease
that is,
going viral…

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Paralyzed
like a spider
checking in on his victim
tied up, entangled …
makes me think
of a bad dream
worsened
the familiar feeling of
waking up to the news of death

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They say he has his way with the ladies
the bruiser at the door
thought to himself
hey, let’s not get carried away

what a light weight ...
they had been seen leaving together
after a fight—being broken up
over a year at least

she said to all her girlfriends
“it was like I was blinking
then my eyes rolled back
into my head and everything went black”

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intermingling with a demon in the flesh
you realize your life was a lie
and your soul suffers in hell
for what feels like an eternal
date with death

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A child
talking black
to their parents
acting out of character
arguing about upbringing
taken back
some things are best left unsaid…

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prophesied
the premonitions
foreshadow people
who live lives with
similarities parallel to our very own

when your third eye intakes light
and all the shades disappear in the night
their life is vibrant
the dream seen as an auric phenomenon
it’s either that
Or, are you completely isolated
in the back of the black of your eyelids

see an oracle or dream interpreter,
our aura’s rainbo...

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