I have cursed and I have prayed  

I have stood up and I have fallen

I have run and I have been broken

I have smiled and I have humbly cried

I have been right, and I have been wrong

I have dared to walk alone and get lost

Before you know where I’m coming from

You have to risk finding my whole truth

But if you never steep inside my wounds

You’ll adopt your illusionary satisfactions

Cause you’ll only trust whispers by others

Others that have been too afraid to venture

Misunderstanding about what makes right           

You’ll be in the darkness… I’m in the Light


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You and I- are like the naturally occurring equinox

Try as we might by our desire to mesh as the unmistakable equals we are

Would foolishly lead us into a sacrificial implosion  

Having only metrically irritated one another from our efforts

You’ll follow your innateness to the end of time

As I follow the reflections of heavenly mirrors with mine

Only one of us could ever serve in the sun

While the other hovers as the face of the moon

We’re designed to harmoniously balance darkness and light

However, only if neither of us chases or lays claims as the other’s shadow

Our desire is meant to serve throughout our passionate fate  

That motivates all we will ever become, as individual codependents

We’re constricted by our existence for a grand function

Poetically bound together in everything … but love


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I stare easterly at a future dormant horizon that lays bare and ominous

That imaginary long thin line we notice cognitively in a pensive mind

Just as a northern breeze caresses my left cheek, invoking my childhood memories

Of when I stood offside of my mother, and she innately touched my face

As if saying without words, “Worry not about today my child, I am still here”

In that loving fashion only, mothers can do so affectionately without ridicule

When an impressionable lad’s head is filled with naive fleeting thoughts

Far removed from the dangers of life, love, and other immoral malice      

But time and life lessons overcome a parental effort when absent

And children become near adults with all life’s answers all wrapped up

As if bequeathed divine knowledge like chosen future saints of a church       

Reminding me in this sober moment, we’ve not enough time to learn          

How to openly communicate and respect one another’s differences

Let alone grasp a fuller understanding of what love really… is


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Rustless buckets

Oh, how the aridity of our minds grows  

As it becomes peculiarly stranger

All the lies we’ll tell ourselves and others

Mindlessly accepting a selfish guise of- love thy self first

In a concerted effort to minute- everyone else life

And evade the truth of our saddest emotions

Or avoid being humiliated for our innate tears

In fear, we lack getting advanced authorized permission

To acknowledge our own authentic humanity

When our transient minds, bodies, and souls naturally grieve

While we will stop at nothing to display happiness

Births, vacations, marriages, promotions, and graduations

Spend countless dollars to embellish each one- or all

What a fickle species we make of ourselves to heaven above

We blurt things- evolved, progress, dominion like used car salesman

Without batting an eye during our deceptive fallacies

Have we learned nothing of the buried dead and wars yet?

Or dying children in third world counties or ours in local streets?

To what end will our blissful ignorance lead us when in our end

Family, friends, maybe even enemies left behind will still grief our loss

Hidden or otherwise in their own time and fashion anyways

If we are going to pretend, couldn’t it be in earnest betterment?

Or have we truthfully sold out the souls we say… we love?

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Writer © Max Ehrmann- 1927

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

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It is telling, much in the way

Footfalls echo down a hallway

The queer notion of presence

Is enough to be a disturbance

Stimuli are nursed impulses

Darkness feeds into our fears

Take us to unexpected places

Our cognizant is led by biases

Having achieved but a fallacy

After leaving logic in darkness     

We become frighted by sound

That is as innocent as a child

Returning to comfort of safety

To leave us feeling… infantile    


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A dove’s flight

Time has nearly ceased to matter to me anymore

It has become an antiquated construct to stem worry

Obtuse footfalls used to be so insensitive to my sleep

When the object was to catch back up in a lost race

I rise and lay down when I damn well, please

I’ve no duty other than heed the moment I do whatever it is I’m doing

Besides, the rest of the world is busy taking care of itself

I immerse myself in those events I avoided a lifetime before

For a plethora of reasons, one of which I was never reason enough to embark

I still haven’t found my perfected self in any of these things

But I do find a deeper sense of awareness, in microseconds now

Along with a clearer measure of acceptance of who I may yet become

Even if I am the only one who will ever learn of it  

And that is ok, for me in this… present day


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An impromptu hike causes me to rest

I fall into a deep sleep in moments

Seconds later I awake in a meadow

Of tall grasses damp with droplets

I’m embodied by a fogyish blanket

I’m perplexed but not at all afraid

Slowly I span for a sense of direction

Nothing clues me in on where to go

Slowly I’m treading carefully forth

The only sound produced is by myself      

And every now and again I look back   

Noticing my disturbed trail behind

And I use it as a means of guidance    

Awakened to our core mission…in life


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More often now than in previous

I’m deterred by a stale fogginess

That lingers in place of my dawns  

As another derelict day passes by

Compressing on my inner passion

Of that fiery youth left within me

That tries arduously- to overcome      

Intellect hears clearly that creaking

Of time stalking between shadows       

Knowing all things will be buried    

In the settlement of dust, time sifts

By everything else that does follow    

In minor solace realizing my insight

Lays as fertile soil… after I’m gone


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