Droughts

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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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Undoubtedly

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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

Simulationship

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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Profundity

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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X factor

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It’s unpredictable really

My mind tends to escape

Drift off to an unknown place

In a slow subtle kind of way

Sometimes for a few seconds

Other times, time just disappears

And I’m unsure- for how long

Something frequently brings me back

Back here to my heart and reality       

Idealistically I pretend as if it sneaks off

To spend time with you- some-where

But unable to recall any of the visits       

Yet, I know deep within my heart

One day, it will take my soul…with

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To myself

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Sleepless nights walking

Across memory avenues

There are no exits available  

Dampness lingers in the air

Locked inside a music tune

That endlessly toys with me

I sit silently and keenly wait

As yesterday becomes today

A blanket of amber and blue  

As dawn breaks the horizon

And proud tears in my eyes

I watch- baby roses bloom

Much as I unwantonly realize

My babygirl is…an Angel too

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Nestled

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I bear the scars rented

From misbegotten love

From ten thousand roads

From where I have trodden

By both my body and soul

Where I’ve walked dusty  

Where my lips have thirsted

Where I felt unfulfilled hunger

Where I cloaked in only cold       

Where my heart was broken

Where the darkness reined

When the sun was unrelenting

Where came the nonstop rain    

Where Grace accompanied me

Where I am…for all of my days

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Gambit

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My only sun is broken

Its fire turned direction

And I- but a forest deep   

Its depravity burns harsh  

Its salvation all dried up

And my moon, out of site

Much like a rat’s wheel

My world still churns

For its own amusement

And I- merely a puppet           

The courts seek victims

So, the jesters can play

And all the judges laugh

This was my…life stage

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Values

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I walked upon dried-out furls

Of tangerine and marmalade

They crunched like rusty cans

Morning dew had dissipated

With a refractory of moist fog

Surrounded by stalks of greys

Their brave ghostly shadows         

Step by step I broke a silence

As I secretly maintained mine

All your little-known nuances

That made you-you and special

Forever my forethoughts will be       

Memories of the life we’ve shared

Never accepting our love…diverged

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Learning curves

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I’ve an aberrational pull

Unlike many others of my life

Where they somehow knew

Where to gather in droves of groups

Now and then, I’d join in briefly

Only to go outwardly- alone

Where I do observe some existence

In its mere itty-bitty parts or whole  

I ponder philosophical things

In abstracts or by concrete insight

Sometimes I’m intuitive of sorts

Other times, I may just be reacting                        

For I too, am an itty-bitty part

And parts like hearts… can break

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