I See

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This morning, it seems, these eyes sting of defeat

“Look harder,” the stormy air asks
“See clearly the calm, the victory now, here for the weary faithful.”

It was passive perhaps, to remain on the mat
Yet, that was The Way, way back then

Voracity and patience, be purposeful now
That the challenge of hope, the determined eyes
Shall be the reward, the brass ring

Just pick up your mat
Just see

Provoked

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I’m trusting you to make sense of all this
To put a rhythm to what you see

That’s my gift to you

Find your voice
Your meaning
Keep the hope that all will come alive

That’s your gift to me

Such steps will be as dancing
Call it collaboration

Kept

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I keep reaching out to air -the nothingness there

I keep pressing harder, and liking it

With tears brimming in my eyes, and, whatever hope looks like, in my heart

I keep thinking I’m not thinking small

I keep reading between the lines that were not there for me at all

No Photos

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The morning I think of giving up
Shades of moss green and orchid peaceably pull me back
As an elder, in Auto-Tune
Promising a child that dancing days lie ahead
An altogether different morning, now
That deserves
I deserve
A wholly-new and holy mind

Telltale

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I know the something borrowed
Lace of the finest quality
Painstakingly tethered, stitch by stitch, to hopes and holy, holy covenants

The Queen and her heartless Jack
As jesters, and, despite the diamond, danced that old medieval dance, anew each day
I know the something blue

Peel

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Tonight has been on the horizon
A reigning in of the Darkness
Some strange, familiar one
An actual other
Seeking to strangle The Light

See we beyond borders
See we hope
And unable to let go of it
Be away you will
Familiar stranger

Nevermind Girl

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Dagger in the river now
Carried away by The stream
And all I need is it to ascend from the depths
And apologize to my wounds

But nevermind girl, nevermind
Today’s wind brought a good day
And those in need are in my backyard, asking
And deserving of my help