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Where Have the Words Gone?

6/29/2018

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Picture
Where have the words
Gone
That spoke of love
and
Summers never
Meant to
Last

Words that aroused a hope
That would flood a room
With kindess
Bringing you
Deeper
And deeper
Into me

What is this air
Thick now
With the saturation of
Cynics
Defamation
Desquamation
How could there ever be
A nation
Drowning itself
In a sea of shredded
Souls
Left
When words
Come passing on
Through

Sticks and stones you say
As you bleed out
From the crevices
You cannot see

I do not pretend
To say it doesn't hurt
I just won't pretend
To not care
To not burn inside
To yearn beside
Those that sing
And dance
And breathe
Carrying on
Until their hearts have
Found
Where the words have ​gone
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Drip

6/20/2018

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Picture
They drip
As rain
From invisible clouds
They appear
In the spaces
Between leaves
After a swift summer
Breeze
They erupt
With the marigolds
To be carried
To where only hearts 
Can see
They awake in dreams
And sleep when one
Has everything else
To do
They are love
Waiting 
Crying out for what
Cannot be said
They are moonlight
Forgetting they
Themselves
Need your splendor
To actually glow
They find the ones
Sipping sweetly 
Over what we call tea
Knowing it's not ears
They need
To manifest
But the courage of a 
Poet
With faith enough to know
​They can be
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In the Stairwell

6/16/2018

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Picture
In the stairwell
He crumbled
Overcome by whys
That sought to drown out
What if's
For what really
Were the chances
You would slow down
To see the one
Wondering how
He had never found his way
To you

Losing himself in lavender
While he got carried away
In the chamomile
There was no way
He could hear the patient's plea
With you so close
But still too far to see

Tap tap tap
Your fingers doing the work
As your heart struggled
To remain free
The screen
Stealing more than eyes
From the ones
Who needed us most

Day after day
He stumbled by
Awkward the closest of kin
Just for another moment
In the presence of the one
He sought
so desperately to understand

Weeks now
That routine wearing down
What little courage
There could have been
What would happen next
When he had to say
Goodbye?

Staring now
At the ceiling
Where dreams go to die
The whisper came
With the first rays of light
Begging him to climb
The stairway to heaven

So there he was
Crumbling
One flight to go
To simply see
The what if
You had made for he

Without reason
Without fail
You emerged to answer
Neither of them knowing time
Or why
They cried
You with your tears
And he with his smiles
What else was there to embrace
But now?

Holding onto
What he thought
Might be the last
He could feel the armor
Soften
The scars beneath
Still seeping with blood
Dripping their way softly
Until they could rest
With his own
​
The mystery
Watching overhead
Redeeming
Believing
And through al things
Conceiving
The miracle of love
Wondering how
He had ever found His way
To two

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The Fall of Water

6/7/2018

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Picture
With the fall of water
From summer's first storm
From the bosom of the Mother
Who forever remains fertile
Is birthed life within life
For the Earth to grow old

Did you see the sun rise
With the water come too?
What was the mighty power
That brought two into one?
Where were the wondrous wings
That fled straight from the mud?

Seeking the free fall
These drops come from the void
Giving up the hidden choice
For the moment of their release?
Why wish the drop at all
To ever let it go?

What must have been the roar
Inside this floating faith
The drops become the man
As if their hands could hold the air
Breaking brinks the Gods had blessed
As the way into the world

For what really isthe heart
But a vessel to be filled
To give to flowing veins
Receiving and releasing
The love that came to beat
With the fall of water
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