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A Moment from Midnight
A moment of midnight “Hey, look guys!”… the pain comes shining through Sanity fades from sight & no one knows why I’m blue? No, no one knows What makes me blue Sitting alone in the dark thinking about what I had until the theory went bad Staring out a window Into the night Impulsive, this…
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Crystal birds at the unseen door
Crystal birds Blasting sunshine I’m drifting way past sleep Sometimes mourning Comes when morning comes Oneself must give oneself Time to weep & Sometimes nothing comes & nothing goes Find myself staring Into empty space with nothing to give or keep The Cacophony Calliope Never slows Shaman drumming ancient vibrations Calling from within the deep…
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Summers Divinity
Strange delivery a smiling girl a smiling sun in a crystal sky Summers’ Divinity A pleasant breeze Flowing hair laying in the grass heated air Silken touch childlike innocence shining eyes Under flowing hair Give to me Let me see your Summer’s Divinity Beaches and tans lovers holding hands Heaven’s golden stair on flowing heated…
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The Hunt
A ravaging wolf is Howling at the moon Swallowing darkness in the hunt Passion driven blood lust Hunger hunt or mate to find?
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Worship Life
Caterpillar, weave your womb Emerge a butterfly from the tomb Graceful wings of God’s device Gifted to live twice To also see God in a bird in flight in summer starlight Whispered in the wind Never to recind… Worship life
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What the Monkey can do
I abandoned aspiration Somewhere in an off-white hall Then Last night Poets held court in the park & somewhere Among the red blue and green Haired leather A spark or two awoke, Danced w/ punks junkies & other assorted fans Of the darkness That gives light to art I know what the monkey can do…
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Watching Butterflies
The other day was a beautiful day. 83° low humidity. Jill rightfully wanted to go out for a while. We started on a drive, ostensibly to Princeton. On the way, I mentioned that there is a nature park pretty close to home. She agreed to a walk, so we pulled into… Crystal Lake Park. With…
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Dead Soul Brother
Greg, What was your last living thought? You went so peacefully, quietly the way it should be done but not at 28 It’s so very hard to think of you as Not So different, you and I We were a gentle riot you and me You were such a gentle giant Always had a minute…
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Poetry
Worlds of words Oh, to think If the people were All Poets Or could Almost understand Holiness would bless caress & undress Yield w/ wanting to the word “Yes” So set desires on fire seek them with innocence Need not be a thief or a liar Poetry is sacred to me & Genius is within…
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Rambling
“Lose the fear of pain Walking in the sharpened rain” Willie B. Good I was looking for a particular notebook/journal… Part of the reason was to find the poem containing the lines above. Willie B. Good is a pseudonym, an alter ego, old blues man. I found the notebook, which has some good stuff, but…
Poetry, Random Ramblings and Rants 