Be causal

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Maturity- is not time fixed

But my ego never knew this

Required changes took place

Cause I once needed to be seen

Or needed to be heard aloud

Craved to be believed or loved

I’ve reached my summit- of self

Humbled by silence observantly  

Where I then understood greater

All that I was not– ignorantly       

Realizing my home was the valley

Where lush lives live by necessity  

Where I’ve become in authenticity

To thrive in my own… genuineness


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I returned to our beach

And the sun broke early

I sat, recalling you, and us

I found an abandoned pail

I began making sandcastles

And I was trying to recapture

Life in motion from memories

But I was having little luck

They crumbled over an over

How I empathized with them

Struggling to remain strong

To at least appear- alright

The lake water had dried up  

All I had left fell… from my eyes


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Pride, prejudice, and pettiness

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The only real passion you held

Was your own self-admiration

Seeing success in materialism

Gaines off other’s misfortunes 

You despised anyone- different  

Who offered commoners help  

Or gave away valuable advise

Entirely secured in themselves    

It made you colder and cunning

Relationships were but punitive

Praise was your drug of choice

You loved the taste of revenge   

Yet, you go to bed humiliated

Incapable of being …charitable


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I spent so much time in darkness

That one day it befriended me

It was as if a new door opened

I felt absorbed into its essence

Finally, the fear I carried left too

I heard vesper whisper of prayers

Yet, there were no bodily presence

Understanding each of their words

Interpreted through my emotions

A zephyr caused chills, then peace

Then came an orb of buoyant light

Suddenly the space was lit alive

As I calmly looked over to my left

There stood Christ… holding my hand

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Inspired by my love for my siblings.

May you never feel alone in darkness.

I love you all dearly, Rick

Thomas: 77b


My life has never been perfect

And I’ve reconciled to that fact

I’m not sure I’d know perfection

If it stood before me personally

At least in context often misused

I’ve known a gauntlet of darkness

Well enough I could trek it blind

As I do in my reality- instinctively           

Weaving across constructs of life

In and out of greys and shadows           

Or relationships ups and downs

More so when friends become foes    

My best comes- when familyships

Treat me more like…a human stain


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I seem to be living in a time

Doubt rises with the dawn

Long before I open my eyes

I got a whole lot going on

Winds of change circle me

Like a cloud of confusion

Nothing is gained or freed

I’m left with no one to talk to

Lord knows- this ain’t easy

But I wish it could be with you      

Knowing you were listening

Made all the difference for me  

When I felt like I was being heard

And my words mattered… too


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Nearly all we do is transitory

Much like many aspects of life

Happiness itself- is oft fleeting  

In its very authentical fashion

From one moment to moments

Chaos only reins in its absence

We are so sensitive to change

To those often-missed nuances

Noticing more the empty voids             

Attributing something outside

Of our own self for love and joy

Oft correlated it to other people

Forgetting we are centrical to it

As both may seek refuge… in us


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Black ice

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Betrayal is an accessibility door

To the core of my vulnerability

The headquarters of all that I am

Where I deduce my truest realities

Where I’m secure in a certainness

My secrets, my fears, my weakness

My trust is nurtured and matured  

A conscious place I may retreat to

From the world at large or at times

When my realm has become ugly

Or that ugliness is now my chaos  

When trust is unexpectedly broken

When my love for another is marred

By a friend proven to be …a stranger


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Tabula rasa

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In some respects: “The path not taken”

May well have been the very right one

But for all the wrong reasons unknown

Our diverging moments never do return

However, their wise lessons taught, will

Right and wrong will forever serve us

In predication for our pending futures

I’ve taken many preverbal right roads

Discovering it wasn’t where I belonged       

Whilst a few notorious- wrong roads     

Were more comfortable for my palate

Coziness can retard one’s inner growth     

Just as unjust punishment prevents love

Diverge your past- then… embark again


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Duty of truth

I’ve searched my erstwhile times

When I had a love affair with life

Like a child’s prepubescent crush  

On someone in walls of silence

Where even my soul celebrated

And I was devoid of responsibilities

But time ushered in newer knowledge

Often in those lackluster lessons             

Where I learned about authentic

And genuine held separate distinctions            

Love is a mature act all its own

But far too often nefariously misused    

Conflating preference, with loves actions

As children when adults… know better


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