Monsters

As a kid I had monsters in my closet,
And monsters under my bed.
Now they are all too scared to come out,
Probably 'cause they're all dead.

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Silence

Sit quiet, my friends; and listen,
Be still.
For it is then, in the echoing cries
Of one's mind
That epiphany waits; longing
To fill
The silence. Wisdom and being
Entwined.

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Breath

Inhale. Breathe.
Receive the new life
That accompanies.

Each breath is
An opportunity,
A possibility.

With a chance
To move forward,
Why step back?

Why use future
Potential
To reflect?

Resolution.

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Ever Still

Lively models, under wing.
Under cloud. Never moving.
Ever still.

A snapshot of time.
A view all mine.
Ever still.

Below ants, rat race.
Mouse trap. Caught brace.
Ever still.

Show me one to cause motion.
In an embossed ocean,
Ever still.

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Sleep Debt

My pity on he who tries to cheat the Dreamwalker,
For a jealous lender he is.
My pity on she who tries to cheat the Dreamwalker,
For he always receives his due.
My pity on those who evade his collector.
The Sandman, that role is his.
For that releases the enforcer, the Reaper.
Sleep eternal, bid all debts 'Adieu'.

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At the Jazz Band Ball

Dressed up fine, ready to swing in time,
I set that Satchmo spinning.
My right hand clicks, he plays his licks,
You know that it's beginning.

Hear Bing croon, you know that soon
All your thoughts'll be thinning.
A voice so smooth, let your soul soothe,
It sets my mouth a-grinning.

Sinatra, Nat King, add something
But you know that it's all
Bing and Satchmo, if you're dancing
At the Jazz Band Ball.

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The Sleeper

Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
And Dreamer men take flight in haze;
For while one wastes their precious time,
The other makes most of their days.

Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
While Romantic laughs and cries;
For the first shall miss their life,
The other feel until he dies.

Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
For Sleeper still can dream;
Dream of a more romantic time,
Be three, but yet one seem.

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A Challenge

Mediocrity is no option for those who
Are protectors. The providers, leaders,
Never have many truly understood
How it is that these folks are so good!
Oh, some pretend it's age that gets them there,
Or physical, or sexual, prowess.
Deceivers! The lot of them!

I've seen those who think money
Suits them better than a humble heart.

Many see arrogance as a characteristic, too
Often, others agree with this
Ridiculous statement. They are
Extremely. Wrong.

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To Love the Language

Contraptions built of words can reach
Planets beyond existence.
A guiding voice is needed first,
Then creative persistence.

Not steel or stone, nor wood or rope,
Can match the limitless bounds
Of imagination and language,
Of thought and meaningful sounds.

So any man with tongue or pen,
Or a way with which to write,
Would bless the culture by bringing their mere
Impossibilities to light.

If you think, and if you breathe,
You'll have something to say.
Set your thoughts out, or let them run,
Allow your voice to play.

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Infestants

Infested life with dreams that wakened
Is like day once dawn has breakened.
Impossibilities come forth from void,
Imaginations: girled or boyed?

Creativity that was girled
Results in princess stories terled.

Creativity from bored boys minds
Releases stories from confinds,

But think of little children Sneed,
Lauren, Larry, catastrophed
By blandness once forced down their throats
From sleeping as they counted goats.

May Lauren Sneed soon find her prince
Among the many contestints.

And Larry Sneed, his place is fine

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