Nomad Man

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“Darlin’” My Treasures weren’t yours to define
My Triangular Teak three-dimensional lines

My Plush Orange/Grey comfort, my zippy Red Car
You neither valued up close nor afar

My soul, Smooth and Square, and as soft as White Leather
You’ll dream, breathe, and walk each day, giv’n to none better

My Tall, choicest Chairs to join me at my Table
Who’d have known you’d sit dormant…in a basement…unable

My Keys you possess, they are all-heart-shaped still
That you’d give back My Pieces — I have no faith you will

Final Frost

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I admire the try
Despite the spotlights and fanfare
All artificial, to date
Nothing like the great outdoors

Next comes the hardening
Hardly a problem at all
No one knows the struggle, then strength
O’ The Seedling

All Things

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Chaos, wasn’t it?
Dissonance and double-speak
What we were told
What we watched and felt
What a slanderous soup of fits

Where were we to find our breath?
Pausing, finally, to ask what’s Possible
Starting there, this exhausting journey
Ended here, this beginning bliss
A thing still strange to us

But oh, isn’t forgiveness fine?
Found only by grasping hold of The hand
In Whose image we’re made
I’ve arrived
You’ve arrived

Tree Talk

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…content, are you…though my tears cast shadows upon thee…tears whose weight and multitudes you were neither courageous to have carried, nor worthy to have caused?

…odd and overcast be…this, your lot…connecting you to your willing wickedness…try to fell me…try…here on this truthed ground I stand…am what I ought to be, whilst you are not.

(Inspirational Credit; “…In a real sense, all life is inter-related. All men are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny….”
— Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., “Letter From a Birmingham Jail”)

Team Gravity

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Mighty, mighty Satellites
Together, we preserve the tide

We wax, we wane, though never fade
Our force detected through the day

We’re New, we’re Full, we’re Gravity
No Cloud obscures the Light we see

A pow’r couple, acting odd
We, dwellers in the City of God

Much

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Here’s my smile, it can’t be “quiet,” for I feel Sunny
We’re alive, and in this moment, that is thrilling
This invitation I extend, yet I’m confounded
How most times, it goes unnoticed…unaccepted
But this fair soldier, marches on, undeterred
Undiscouraged, lacking any short-term mem’ry
If you see me, carry on, or you may join me
Either way, I cannot care…there is this mission

how to fight

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not alright to need
neither ought we pause to breathe
nor dawdle
to this I can’t concede

grasp for ev’ry next brass ring
should we choose to hold out hope
hope for one more decimal place
such mandate was tiring

trade our souls for bragging rights
nevermind the sunrise
harbor disdain in our eyes
instead I chose against the Night