What now?

I was driving the other day
I was talking on the phone
I was laughing, singing
I was doing eighty
I was happy go lucky
I was looking over my shoulder
I was King of the road
I was in control
I was right on time
I was changing lanes
So was he
I was freaking out
I was on the brakes
I was spinning the wheel
I was rolling over
I was doing eighty
I was end over end
I was on the phone
I was center stage
I was alive

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I Have A Question

Ask yourself this question.
Why are there words in the Bible that are not translated?
To sin is to be without.
To repent is to look around.
To forgive is to give up.

Ask yourself this question.
If you are without,
how does looking around help,
except to see that you are not without after all?

Ask yourself this question.
how does one give up being without,
when one has nothing,
except to realize that there is no nothing?

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Fear Not To love, Fear Not

I greet the burden of your soul
and wonder if your heart is whole
when one can hold it out to share
beware of love, beware.

From all this wretched hardship take
a lesson for your wisdom's sake
the future holds its sorrow's share
beware of love, beware.

A last and thoughtful parting word
to one whose broken dreams are heard
take comfort in the moment here
where you can love without the fear.

Fear not to love, Fear not!

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Postcards from Mat

Mat Hyuin is an interesting fellow,
a tad destructive and just a tad mellow.
His laughter is hopeful, his sex is supreme,
his birth is a beautiful, guilty machine.
His war is a terror, his killing is token
the gears of his faithful economy, broken.
His vision is blurry his hindsight is sharp
and equally skillful with bowstring and harp.
He lives in the moment but thinks in the past
and wonders what happened, where time went so fast.

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What is your dragon?

How do you see the dragon? Wings unfurled, claws spread?
Does the mouth gape, does the mind function?
Is it a part of you, intimate and undeniable?
Or merely an imagining, metamorphed into a metaphore?

Does the dragon smile happily, or frighteningly, teeth like steel?
Is the fire healing or harming, sacred or insouciant?
How many questions does it take to change a lightbulb?
Cradled harmlessly within the heat of verse, they burn...

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Practicality

Keep truth like a book:
To read when you are lonely
and burn when you are cold

Observe the world like a child:
With insatiable curiosity
and a lot of temper tantrums

Think outside the box:
When life gives you lemons
Sell them to some other sucker

Remember this about money:
It's not worth the paper it's printed on
but it can buy you a lot of friends anyway

Don't let anyone call you crazy:
Talk to yourself often and with fervor
You always listen and have the best advice

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No longer you

There is the smooth, steady, rhythmic sound.
fth, fth, fth...
of your heart sliding...
back and forth and forth,
in its sterile metal bowl-
as they wheel it away to sleep for a time
in a formulated winterland
You- lying there, cold and alone
your life flown from your eyes
like; a butterfly emerged from its cocoon,
and you are no longer you-
only a dry husk reaped for harvest,
side of the head concave, impacted-
to release your soul from its shackles
and you, are no longer you.

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Think in Circles

Feels like I'm going through this alone all the time.
I know what I want, what I need, who doesn't?
But how do I get it? Where do I look?
They never taught me the how to tell someone you're interested.
Or how to tell someone is interested in you.
It's hard to breathe. Why is it all such a mystery?
What's wrong with me? Am I broken? Are these thoughts evil?
Used to think this was anxiety. This is different, calmer, less nervous, more emotionally demanding. Makes you think in circles.

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Simple Infatuation

The casual hair toss,
The playful look over the shoulder,
The bold leveling of the eyes,
The laughter that comes so easily and so effervescently,
The hesitation and the total lack of hesitation;
This is what I have become infatuated with...
Never knowing what lies beneath.
The sparkling, cheerful look that is at once dark and demanding,
The quirk of the lips that spells danger,
She intoxicates me with a breath,
Confuses me with a gesture,
And entices me with a look,
I am infatuated.

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Transition

I feel the surge of changing tides
within my head like time divides
and left alone I feel I'll fall
away from those who hold me thrall
until one lacksadasic day
I chance upon a new made way
and travel far upon a path
that leaves me free from sad and wrath.

Alone as always here I stand
and gleam my eye and understand
the vortex of decision made
into the working psycho trade
away the trappings of this world
for visions-living, dying, pearled
and darkness happy to consume
for future living to resume.

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