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That Comes With A Question
There is a twisting
An internal shifting
A tangential listing
That comes
With a question of existing
There is a thirsting
An internal enlisting
A tangential resisting
That comes
With a question of persisting
There is a wanting
An internal insisting
A tangential manifesting
That comes
With a question of coexisting
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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The Knife Of Hypocrisy
The knife of hypocrisy
Cuts deep
My shadow’s blood
Leaks
Painting an already ruined floor
The boat’s mooring
Has come undone
Now we drift
Upon the whims of a moon
Covered by cloud
The dehydrated man
Dares not drink
Because he knows
He cannot swim
The monkey
Rages in the cage
He created for himself
The ant
Toils with its fellows
Oblivious of the destruction
Left in the wake
Of their queen’s rage
I write
Words on a page
Knowing they will never be understood
By those
Who inspired them
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Toward Eternity
The small
Quiet voice
Asked me to write
Of the highest of callings.
That I should turn my gaze towards the gods.
That I should speak of grandeur, greatness and glory.
I was not moved.
No words came,
Other than these few;
I feel nothing
But the sun upon my skin,
The dirt under my feet,
And weight of this moment
Stretching toward eternity.
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Moment
There is a moment that comes
Just before a lightening strike
When I notice an ever so slight shift
A constriction
A dropping
A sense of dread mixed with wonder
In that brief moment
I feel truly connected to the world
No longer merely observing it
No longer apart from it
But a part of it
It’s feels as if time stops
As if there is an eternity between that moment
And the flash
And the rumble
And the rain
It’s just one moment
But that one moment
Is enough
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Silence
And just like that
The silence
Was broken
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Mere Thought
Isn’t it fascinating
Just how much
A mere thought
Can derail
An otherwise perfect day?
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Thoughts Intrude
Thoughts intrude,
Like a hammer’s blow,
Destroying the peace
I’ve cultivated.
Thoughts intrude,
Like a siren’s scream,
Stealing the attention
I’ve promised.
Thoughts intrude,
Like a threatening word,
Forcing the action
I’ve avoided.
Thoughts intrude,
Like a funeral march,
Revealing the emotions
I’ve suppressed.
Thoughts intrude,
Like a bird’s call,
Highlighting the beauty
I’ve missed.
Thoughts intrude,
Like a child’s smile,
Connecting the reality
I’ve lost.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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I Am Constant Change
Who am I other than constant change?
Thoughts come and go,
Same with emotion, memory and desire,
I am not who I was a moment ago,
And who I am won’t last.
I am constant change,
I am the thread of time,
Birth to death,
Ever changing,
Ever growing,
Never the same.
I am constant change,
I accept this change,
Embrace it,
Lean into it.
Therefore I won’t delete my past,
It was me,
Just as much me as my desire to delete it,
Who knows what I will think in four minutes?
I am constant change.
This poem is from the book ‘Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence’.
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