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Show Me Your Face

Of all the eyes I’ve gazed into, each pair was a lens that converged the same single light from so far within them; In my squinting quest, they must have thought me mad. But is was only in Your eyes … Continue reading →

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The Absence

Part I – The Absence In the silent strike of her haunting hours she slowly stirs, wakes, and sways from a drunken fog to awoken dreaming He beckons across a midnight lake and says, “Come beloved, wash the confusion from … Continue reading →

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The Aperture

I’ve surveyed the heavens for immeasurable treasure well beyond reaches of mankind’s endeavors. The quest is tricked by our limited views of mysteries disguised as discovery’s clues. We artists create what we seek to reveal as our hearts alchemically turn … Continue reading →

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Out There

Out there, just over the bruised horizon is another year disappearing. Out there on the western edge of remembrance, something is always disappearing. I look into this seascape with a forlorn feeling and yet an enigmatic foretelling. The curl and … Continue reading →

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Company on the Path

Rumi warned to never travel alone on the path. Yet I look around and find great and silent company everywhere. Still something is missing. Jami said “if you have never trodden the path of love, go away and fall in … Continue reading →

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Keystone

Thou art the Keystone in love’s majestic archway Ne’er having to duck my head, here unafraid I walk through You, I walk beneath You, whilst to my own wayfaring heart I bow and pray. Before Your door standing, all senses … Continue reading →

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The Old Sea Dog

On winter’s eastern seaboard haunts Spirits bled from the seams of the heart Beneath the torpor of a glaucous sky We soak and settle in sobering eyes. One writes, one waits, Both writhe through relentless change One cannot forsake his … Continue reading →

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In the Hidden Wood

I thought to myself, “I have a haunting feeling I’ll be passing this way again.” But what if I were to take a different path to get here and then from here onward, yet another. Could you be with me? … Continue reading →

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the waiting

the waiting the mantra of hope, the sound of absence, a breeze through the empty room lost in the wood at night, at the day’s darkest moments, there is a candle I can faintly see if I look with a … Continue reading →

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Toppled Chairs

      The slow crawl of unkempt grasses there is so much absurdity to a chair that never accepts that it is a toppled chair, to see, it is the rest of the world who must be titled it’s … Continue reading →

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