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Brick Roads

Ten years old,

gigging frogs,

avoiding horny toads. 

 

Then a teen,

in search of the wizard,

playing pinball, drinking, smoking. 

 

On to adulthood,

pushing back when anyone 

crossed the line. 

 

Now, 

doing time

with this karma of mine.

 

Traveling brick roads

that lead to

nowhere particular. 

 

But, as long as there is 

music and poe...

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Father

You ask if I believe in God...
How can I not?

To deny my Father
means I leave my existence
to some 30 year old predator
who impregnated a girl half his age
and left her to raise their child
in the wilderness, among wolves 
that feed on loneliness and despair.

Without my Father, I would never know
that after suffering comes deliverance,
pain leads to compassion,
forgiveness breaks b...

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Wild Flowers

In the blue-green meadow

of my silent soul, 

scorpion grass - 

dormant for decades,

now grows wild and free, 

sustaining me, 

spreading love

for the aching world

to behold its beauty.  

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