Category: Poetry
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One Moment
How do I know when I’ve had it?That moment…That peak, the apex, as far as I will rise,Glory… however mighty, however humble.How do I know?Was that it?Did it pass by in that second that I slept?Or was it in the that moment I held you, comforting you, against a world both cruel and uncaring… and…
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I went exploring
I went exploring last night.Pulling the threads of a reality not lived,observing the me that exists in that place and time,and the life that he created. The choices made were not mine…but could have been.A timeline not distant from my own,It was not unpleasant, he did not seem unhappy. But…I felt unease, anxious at how…
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Leveling Up
In Star Trek Online (the last time I played),When you reach level 65 you have access to all the good ships, all the good armor, all the good missions, and all the good abilities.You strive for that because (in your mind) you believe that reaching that level you suddenly get rewarded.In reality, by the time…
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The Dreams
I dream. We all dream, but I have always remembered my dreams. Sometimes, they’ve brought insight, sometimes terror, most time though, just a shake of the head the next morning and a “huh, that was weird”. I’ve had dreams in color, dreams in black and white, dreams that seem like premonitions, and dreams that brought…
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A Question to Ponder
You hear a lot about being “authentic”. What does that mean? I looked it up… It means “living in true alignment with your own set of values and not confirming to others expectations” … right. Who among us is then, authentic? How do you develop these sets of internal values if not cherry picking from…
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Memes
The written word (by itself) can assault you, but you must seek those words out, read them, take them in. Whether you ingest the concepts, process, and integrate them is up to you. Oftentimes, in the act of reading, processing, and attempted integration, the meaning behind those words are reexamined, changed, and even rejected. Regardless,…
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Monster
A brilliant flash Uncontrolled, unexpected. It matters little what set it loose, It escaped. Expands, burns bright, then contracts, Leaving scorched earth emptiness. Wanting more. Resolution, it is once again caged. Exhausted and empty, Lethargy and pain, Like ice in the mind And Sand in the veins.
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As a Horse
“Like a horse facing the wind”… A long time ago, a friend of mine told me that a horse will face into the wind when a storm was approaching. I suspected that this wasn’t true, but not being a horse person, I took it to mean that it’s better to face into a problem than…
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An Act Of Faith
I put away my Christmas tree today. It’s an old one, folds up, comes apart in four pieces, no built in lights. It’s the first one that wasn’t a “real tree” (allergies being what the were to kids growing up) and for most of their lives, it’s been “the tree”. The tree that held “their…
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New Year’s Eve
Of all the “holidays” that we, as a society, celebrate, New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day are the most “modern”. Devoid of any pretense of meaning that underlies our celebrations of Christmas, Hanukah, Saturnalia, Yule, Samhain, or Kwanzaa; “New Years” is unabashedly artificial, A placeholder for revelry and sadness based on the turning of…
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So there’s this bush…
There’s this bush by my house. It just sits there minding its own business, but every June , it reminds me that it’s a lilac bush. This unassuming green bush blossoms in an amazing display of purple flowers. And the perfume… worth the cost of the allergy meds. Now, it doesn’t care who watches it,…
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On an Ordinary Day…
I Fog rises in wisps from a field, The sounds of night fading as the mantle of darkness lifts, Time seems suspended… Waiting, anticipation of the great next, Hanging…
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You Remind me of My Father
I went to the coffee shop the other day, before work. I carried my usual array of bags, backpack, lunch box, water bottles, you know… stuff. So when I went to pay for the coffee, I stuck my free hand in my pants pocket and pulled out a handful of change and a crumpled dollar…
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And in the darkness…
Sunlight is the best disinfectant, both figuratively as well as literally. This is certainly the case when human failings are covered up. Plots, schemes, and conspiracies have been brought down when scrutiny and “the light of public scrutiny” is brought to bear. But… The light is not usually where to go to find evil things.…
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Deliver Us From Evil?
Millions beseech daily, God, to save us… From leathery winged, scaly monsters bent upon our destruction. Please free us (they beg) from the clutches of cloven-hoofed deceivers, And sulfurous demons whose very existence confirms that evil is From without. Creatures, Created by God to destroy us… By chasing, catching, tearing, rending, grinding our bones as…
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Under The Armor
It’s rare, to take it off. The confining straitjacket of control. Control of your place, control of your reactions, control of your emotions. So much control… Until, You don’t even know that you can still feel. Then (for some reason), the armor comes off, bit… by bit… and you laugh, giggle, cry, rage, like a…
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Lives Are Made Of Moments Never Lived
The rush, The movement, The struggle, The victories and the losses. The caress, The passion, The lust… and the love, All part of the maelstrom called life, Go slow, See the show as a series of still pictures, Savor the moments, Live them, For each moment is a scene that if not savored Is not…
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As Much As I Try
As much as I try, it never comes out exactly right, It should be better… Regardless of how it looks, there’s still more to do, At least to me… If it looks perfect to the audience, the actor knows that most of the time, The performance could’ve been better… So I’ll keep playing the part,…
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Sweet Dreams And Time Machines
Which world is real? Sleep is a necessary thing… or so “they” say, and “they” should know, they’ve done the research. We know how it feels, a bad night versus good, refreshed vs beat… but why? Do we even know when we fall asleep? The moment, I mean. Are we conscious? Or (hear me out),…
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Sometimes A Tear…
A Lifetime In A Moment Sometimes passion flares. The white hot burn consumes the body, the mind, the soul. Age doesn’t matter, nor does race, nor gender, nor what is considered beautiful or handsome. Their body wants what it wants… and takes it from you, as you take it hungrily from them. You grow. Together,…
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Anxiety is an Electric Current
Anxiety is an electric current… pulsing through my mind and body, Ever vigilant, ever watching, waiting, expecting the worst in all things. It has ever been so, since the first of us wandered the savanna… fearing, running, fighting. We no longer run the savannah, avoiding death… But await its final embrace… its touch…cold yet restful,…
It’s Loud Inside My Head… The Poetry and Prose of A Man Who Feels Too Much. 