August 23, 2010 § Leave a comment

All along the open eastern shore,
Where dreams and reality they play once more,
And gaze upon the travelers and the traveled,
Who never found what they were looking for.

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August 5, 2010 § Leave a comment

Malevolence raises its pretend hand once again
To show us the true nature of its beast.
We sit ‘neath the tree of life,
A loving wife of evolution’s taking.

Sunday morning becomes another day
For frolicking in the western sun,
Never knowing the wherefors for whys
Or the wind blowing ways.

A Million Miles From Home

August 2, 2010 § Leave a comment

Sunday’s shadow leaves Monday looking back in vain
At what possibilities that she mistook for fame,
And left her sneezing at the chosen one’s pain,
Handed down to him by those he can’t contain.

Fall freely blossom bird.
Your thunder yet is sounding
Upon the rolling hills
That divide the meadow.

The gardens live on
And grow though they stand
A million miles from home,
Or what we once did call.

Spin child, spin, upon higher grounds.
They cling to one another, with such atomic force
And their hydrogen hands, held in hand
For the world to see, though not set free.

Summer’s clown cries softly beneath his smile.
Not one sees his deep longing,
His tiresome glow,
Below his painted skin.

Where Am I?

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