She Wept
she curled up naked
on the bed... sunlight
coming in soft waves
through the open window.
the urn of ashes sat
on the bedside table.
a lone wedding band
lay in the ashtray....
25 years, a long journey.
there comes a time
when bitterness rusts
and crumbles...
as the veil of silence
that time had woven
between them came apart...
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Snail Crossing...
it's not what you own, what you have, or what you've accomplished... that defines you as a man, or a woman... it's what you've given.... therein, lies your legacy! the question we have to ask ourselves is this... if we died tonight, would there be any evidence that we have lived? if we were gone, would we have loved enough to be remembered?
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Whom We Touch!
we choose whom we touch,
and whom we let touch us.
with our own feet,
we walk the path.
we choose the path,
and how far we go.
we trip ourselves,
and get back up.
we are the faith,
and the answer to it.
we own the scars,
the defeats and victories.
we are what we are,
because we choose.
in the final end,
we have no one else to blame!
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All We Have
i know how it feels
to be strung out...
heroin and i
were lovers
many years ago...
and dependence left
a bad taste in my mouth...
it just aint worth it!
it's a waste of time,
a dead end road...
it's not the answer.
no matter how hard,
how hopeless, how lonesome
it gets...
life's still the best
thing going...
it's all we have!
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Birds Turning South
stacking wood,
chill morning air...
birds turning south.
axe and boots,
old truck loaded down....
birds turning south.
dreams and passions,
tied down and loaded,
birds turning south.
memory stained moments,
when the earth stoppt turning...
birds turning south.
now nothing more than
empty nests, a stray feather...
birds rurning south!
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Do You Know?
do you know...
from day to day
that you have a house
of some kind to live in,
that no one's trying
to take away?
do you know...
when you go home at night
that you can put food
on the table?
do you know...
if you get sick
you can go to the doctor?
if so, you're luckier
than many in this country,
and around the world...
think about it!
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Injustice in Iran
injustice in Iran...
eight years sentences
for two Americans held
wrongly... convicted
on trumped up charges...
and so by your choices
you continue to spread
hatred and prejudice
throughout the world....
Allah didnt ordain this!
this is the work of men...
men without vision,
without compassion...
men without dignity...
who would be God!
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Only The Bowl!
i am only the bowl!
i am not the rice.
i am not the fire.
i am not the rain,
nor the sun that gave.
i am not the fertile earth.
i am not the human hands
that gathered, that prepared...
i am not even the hand that offers.
i am not the table, not the chair,
i am not the spoon.
when day is done,
and my place is known...
i am only the bowl!
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Quick Flash Of Lightning
a quick flash of lightning,
a sky devoid of rain.
your words leave words unsaid,
your silence speaks volumes.
ah! but the haunted memory
of drunken passion careening,
eating up reason and correctness,
till it ate our very souls.
i still love you...
but we dont talk of such.
yet somewhere in the shadows,
the wolf still howls within you!
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Bullets
war is the action mankind takes
for fear of knowing God! ...
an actual fear of living.
we fear death, not because it's
the end, but because we havent lived!
and so it's 'easier' for us to kill our
neighbors than to face ourselves,
and see ourselves in other peoples...
we fear God, we fear life and death,
and we're terrified of ourselves!
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