Where Thoughts Come From

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Time has only one power I know, Lost amid a myriad of others, But still clean and pure. A force that pulls And defies understanding, Except by those whose sacrifice Pushes up from the soul. An energy that seeps sluggishly From thickening cracks In the mind’s fickle shield. This is the power I would know,…

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Where I Found You

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

A beam of light, patterned like gold, flew down from the sun. The beam touches you. You are so very cold. Water’s fingers made you so. Some hand, angry and ambitious, rose up and hurt lingers. You were as bright as goldenrod. Before grass and earth closed ’round you tight. What must have been, Now…

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When Change Ripples Like Algae

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

When change ripples like algae On the tops of dark woodland ponds, Destroying the homes and streets of frogs. We know that opportunity is near. When trials beat like winds, In harsh hurricane weather, Breaking trees and flowers and heather. We know that opportunity is near. When hope opens like little birds, In springtime and…

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What Some People Say

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Some people say the world has gone to pot. I’m not sure I entirely agree, But I’m not going to say anything either. I’m just going to sit here and live me fantasies and let the world go by. Life and death are nothing. I will live equally whatever happens. The nation is gone, and…

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What a Child Sees

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

No! I said no! Go to hell. get out of here. I will not. You idiot! Just go away. From the door he speaks. Are you done now? Can I come in Is it safe? Will I still hurt? Will you ever agree? And sees. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. You have…

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University Life

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Dank windows, Skin tight jeans. The college scene. Old buildings mix With new dreams, But nobody seems To know where they lead. Some guess. Some hope. Some follow a rope Of thought or a slope Sliding back to the poor House they crawled from. Blank windows, Busy sidewalks Leading to talks And bored chalk Full…

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Two Ways For Poetry

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Mechanics help you out when you’re stuck and can’t move the tool you have. You just start where you are and go ’till you can’t and when you are done you usually have something other people can relate to a little and we call it poetry. But if you can’t do mechanical things then open…

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TV Talking Heads

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Free verse, sounds real terse; you open your purse, And spill your sanity onto the floor. The song and dance of lies and truth are words Turned weapons for humanity’s hot rows. Does the might of a rich man’s green paper Give credence to repression’s glutton stick, Or might a weak voice rise and not…

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To My Son

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

I see you. Do you see me. What do you see? I hear you But you don’t speak. What do you say? I touch you. You shrink away. What do you feel? I reach out. You reach out. We don’t connect. You cry. You are sad And lonely. I cry. I want to reach you….

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To Hypocrisy

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

To hypocrisy. That’s me. I can sit and spin a yarn About doing no harm To another’s soul. Or cast a kind glance At another’s mischance And nod, remorseful. Truss up a word of advice Bound , gagged and tied Just to be helpful. But if the word isn’t belief I slink dangerous as a…

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