Outside

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So there I was settin’ on the outside stair, put there as punishment, I guess

Though, unlike most youngsters, I didn’t know what I’d done wrong

Left out to live, exposing my skin and my heart to the harsh elements

An occasional smile from a passing turtle or bumble bee sustained me

Probably they spotted my deer-in-the-headlights desperation from afar

Speaking some kindness, they felt, wouldn’t hurt any

If only they knew, scarcity would have me hanging on their every glorious word

Writing of them, strangers, all these years and footsteps forward, later

Filling in the blanks left by the one who left me settin’, sad on the outside stair

The Fates

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Why did you act like water and feel like hands

And I, born thirsty with never a progenitor to touch me

Why did I, the reluctant saint, concede nonetheless to True North’s tug

And you, the only lesser god ever worth worshipping

Tunnel Visions

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You are the wrong kind of torque

An un-fun velocity

A ballsy, bitter ride

In an ego-driven coupe

I’d prayed to survive

I am the wanted-to-walk

An emotional dallier

A noticing, freak-of-nature

In a too-long skirt length

You’d failed to ally

Signal Mountain Road

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Make your way, you, into my night-thoughts, bandying about

Thrashing within my yesterdays, my tonights

An eternal terrorist, it would seem, with no new tactics

Age old, you’re old, I’m getting old and have had enough

I will tell you this, though you will not hear: I am more

More than this, more than us, more than you can handle

The proof is how it took forever for you and that you’re still trying

I’m still here, greater than any sum -look how you are less

Perpetuity

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Theater of the absurd

You, an understudy into perpetuity, and not a soul who will say why

Though they know

Sworn to silence by some darkness, by some angel

Enter they, the arena, to take their places, their cues

Applaud, then heckle, then leave without a fight, or even debate

To Walk

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I come close to your heart and for me it beats in The Rhythm that eases the doubt that vies for room in mine and what becomes clear but God, who is not at all the tiny god we create to suit our short-sighted purposes and to please our mind’s eye, but instead Who emerges is God who created my heart and your heart, matched them together for glory and gave us a purpose eternal and we enjoy this.