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Early- long before daybreak

I pack up my backpack daily

And head out to the waterside

Toting along my folding chair

I stroll until somehow- I know

I’ve found my true vantage spot

Set up an umbrella and my chair

Put on my sunglasses and hat

Then stare, at the bands of waves

Rushing towards shore- all-day                  

I see the prismatic flashes wink

Just before disappearing beneath

The surface of what used to be

Before the water had become… frozen  


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I know things do change

And I used to worry about it  

Permanence was my balance

But I stopped noticing days

There’s only two that remain- vital   

The day when you were born

And the day I lost you from here

When bruises covered my heart

I pretend to recover somewhat

But the truth is, the hurt- goes on

There are times I can’t speak

My words are afraid at what I might say

They know I won’t hold back any longer  

I can’t be broken down… any lower   


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I know deep in my heart

She’ll be the one to come

As easy as a prismatic dawn

Delicate and precious

Like she’s always been

God’s perfect angel

She’ll heal me- in a breath

With her divine touch

Whispering love to my heart                      

As her grin makes all the difference

And heaven’s gates open up

As we stroll side by side, in step   

Over the threshold of life

Daddy and daughter hand in hand…again


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Predominantly speaking

I’m an understanding man  

But sometimes I’m ridged

When I expect from others

Things they have promised

I abhor if pledges are broken

Before any real effort is made

To suggest some alternative      

That I’d be willing to accept

In place of what isn’t delivered  

But if nothing was ever offered    

It’s disrespectful and cowardice     

And then I’ll always remember

Your words are… meaningless


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I do openly admit to selfishness

Not all my life has been so dark

Or series of misery after another

I’ve had my cherishable moments

In relationships, and successes

And because I so treasure them

I’ll rarely share them with others

They serve in part as beacons of hope

When all else seems to go wrong

They remind me of the possibilities

When I feel closed in by my walls            

They are lifelines in human storms

That helps to maintain my sanity         

They’ll be here… as comforting stars


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 Did I look like a scarecrow

Whispers and wishes like cobwebs in my head

Who would’ve known, until it was far too late

After letting down my walls

After letting you get too close

Somehow, I know I should’ve known

I should’ve recognized the shadow

Standing on my own- darkness

I trusted, everything once again

Like the fool, I’ve always been

Whenever it came- to finding love

But finding I can still get broken

Who could’ve known

You had a hybrid heart… of deception


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What hurts me the most

Is when we both really know

You break me down, for no reason

And you leave me suffering

Broken inside of- what’s left of me

Until I grow numb again

Until I’m beside myself- wondering

Why I can’t stop loving you

Why I try over and over to touch you

Somewhere inside all, you believe                

But I only cry because I know it’s worthless    

To give up everything I need to be

And defeat those doubts you see on me

Reflecting off my desperate tears

Your ugliness left… on a face of love  


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There are those who exist

From triumph to triumph

And never seem to ever slip  

Others from moment to moment

Like an erratic rollercoaster ride

But I’ve subsisted somewhat

In-between my own tragedies

I was often most supportive

Of those who claimed all rewards

Only to be forgotten soon after

And much like fresh cut flowers       

Vase- and placed for optical effect   

Until my use became abhorrent

Tossed out as … trash unwanted


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Micro cues are very telling

However, there’s no telling

What they mean from person to person

Everything is just general in nature

Whereas nuances are conjecture

And people must invest real time

Before they can benefit from guesses

It’s still called getting to know someone

Learning the tones of their voices

Any reactionary mood changes

Quirky glances across a room

Longing stare into each other’s eyes

Juxtaposing hurt and joyful tears

When to care and when… to be quite


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An hour before every sunset

I’ll walk to the water’s edge

The evening breeze is blowing

And daylight is slowly crashing

Temperatures have started to fall  

So, I take a seat on the bench

Watch schools of shadows swim

As waves rush from here and fro

Mirrored caps of light explode

Upon a swaying watery surface

Memories play on a hazy fabric  

Voices sound like floating whispers

But all I can long for in my heart

Is one more last hour… in person  


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