A lost people

an enslaved people,

acknowledge the pain

and see beyond.

In you,

Evil is here

Good is here,

the child is the last hope.

A lost people

without a home,

name the price

of solace’s sanctum.

A lost people we are,

who will lead us

to the Promised land?

see beyond the milk and honey.

Moses is not the meaning,

why tells t...

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It is a song of Hope I sing.

A person from the future I have yet to meet,

everyone I know is there in the past 

or here in the present along side me.

You and I, we are on the eternal breaking

of the wave of time,

as far into the future as any being has ever been.

Yes, the unknown brings anxiety,

but find comfort in this certainty:

the future is uncertainty,

and that b...

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Round and round I go,

instinct be the driver,

push forward, push forward,

the new, the new.

Round and round I go,

happen upon some oasis,

drink cool water and am refreshed,

rest, and unrest.

Round and round I go,

the dune field surrounds,

endless sand beneath my feet,

reach a crest during the night.

View the flatland.

My instinct is my loop,

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Yet here I am,

I have not lost the light,

but like water behind a dam,

I stagnate, facilitate my plight.

The birds know the seasons,

“What a mystery!” from inside my glass box.

Consider the cave and other reasons,

the hardest is finding the locks.

The key I’ve always had,

It’s the questions that require the courage.

Run and hide it's only natural,

Find co...

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Does the oak of autumn 

hold dearly to every leaf?

too cool the temp’ture,

too little the light,

time of the season not to be tangled with,

if life be worth living beyond the now,

look, see the cycling of what is,

may it be firm guidance for the how.

listen, feel what’s in the space,

the senses were here long before the me,

use the I as transcendental tool

to ...

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All that we can see
Holds nothing to all that can be
And as we go
Along this holy road
To places that were always there
Finding friends equally aspiring to dare
The foreign and the known
Are a matter of what is shown
The desire to leave
Precedes the need to bereave 
And that waters the dry soil 
For imminent growth and necessary toil
An immediate defeat
Denied a permanent cleat
At th...

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Where am I?

Walking backwards through a wood,

Dreaming of what lies ahead,

Looking at what drifts away,

Stumbling over a log fallen long ago,

Cursing its Innocence

For following the Path

You are on.

The desire of the elsewhere:

Time and Place,

Estranged and wayward.

The world at fingertip,

Yet out of grasp.

Fear of the turn:

Reach, and

You wil...

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