What isn't there

Here we sit rotating in our little gravity wells
Hoping, always hoping
Striving to escape and touch something real
That doesn't exist
We strain to hear the music that isn't playing
That beautiful orchestra
We realize that nothing abstract is true
Except love, sometimes
We reach, cry, and complain that it is too far
Without starting the journey
Happily we sit and stare at bundled seconds
So we don't need to try anymore.
Not everything is sad or happy or happy/sad
There are the few moments of brilliance
When we realize the important things have always been there
There is that moment of comprehension
Where everything makes sense again

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Seasons

Spring days of birdcalls, old oak trees, and easy friends
of hiking and laughing with the family
Summer days of sunlight-dappled hillsides,
of scrub brush and the willow plants grown high.
Autumn days of cold breezes and lovely trees
of waiting for the winter, will it surprise us with snow?
Winter days of cold and longing for what is not there
of regrets over past deeds and short fallings
Years of happiness and naivete, and trust
of breaking things and discovering differences
Decades of experience and family
of lost trust, old friends, and new self
Lifetimes of sorted events and magic memories
of sorrow, hate, love, and lonely deaths

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Salvation Lost

Wild and tempestuous fires arise in me,
calling forth the cold regrets which plague every man
The clouds stir and thunder splits the world asunder...
a flash of melted memories
carved into the cookie-cutter shapes
of christmas trees, snowmen, and stars
It is a pretense to the story enacted in my mind
A pre-beginning, looking as if it will mould the rest-
Praises are sung to the mountains and the stars,
no one deeming to notice the whistling whisper,
breathing slow and evenly on the back of their necks
until the hair stands up
The whisper floats above and onward unanswered.
They do not know that they have missed opportunity's quiet knocking.

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Interrupted Thoughts

Curiosity feels like a blooming flower
as so many emotions do
Where their beauty eeks out the scourge of our soul
so the blossom of discovery unfolds and reveals...

We are happy today, and wonder why
the grand scheme of things is ours to meddle with
The mortals that we pretend to be
are finally in tune with all the wonders of...

The universe lifts us up and carries us fearfully astray
because there are so many unknowns
Why do we think we have so much
and cannot give away the little that we have for...

Others are the inspiration for our humility
and grant us insight
because it is in the blessings of others
that we reach our own enlightenment...

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I'm only worth a penny

Raised in this world of wonder and excitement
Taught that everybody has a chance
Learned to love my neighbors too
Saw the joy of song and dance
At age five I cut my knee
Daddy told me not to cry
'Be a big boy strong and tough,
Be a big boy just like me.'
My eyes were opened to the world and I saw
An experience awaited me
Forgot the joy I knew then
All the things that I could be
Turned sixteen and got a life
Punched a clock from four to ten
The Mc Donalds' taught me true
Money holds away the strife
The value of my life, and what I can share
I tell my son, who is only three
'This isn't my two cents you know,
I'm only worth a penny.'

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Poet Dragon

'Within you lurks a Poet and a Dragon.'
A phrase which carries ambience and flair.
The words of one are passionate and poison
The other one, psychotic, doesn't care

An empathy for action is one's trademark,
Except to write the poems of a loon
The other one is criminal and hardened
Awating death with fervor, sings a tune.

'Which side for you is starker than the other? '
A choice that carries consequential truth.
Decisions that you make in childhood anger
Are permanent, inseparable, uncouth.

In the end my manic self's decision,
lies wholly unrepressable and loathe.
If I must choose a path between the folly
I'd rather have the power of them both.

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Growing Pains

I thought it hurt to grow up
when my legs became shards of pain
that kept me up all night
crying tears and clinging to mommy

I thought it hurt to grow up
the day I saw my daddy cry
and ask his brother to get up,
to stop playing and wake up from the dead

I thought it hurt to grow up
when my mommy got a call from back east
where grandma Kiehl finally said goodbye
to grandpa, and hello to God.

I thought it hurt to grow up
when I got the call from my wife and
all I remember, really, is her asking
'Are you sitting down? '

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The Writers

The things of childhood reach forward
to drag me tragically back to them
and it is not so impossible to imagine
why the writers created time travel
and made up a fourth dimension
for the scientists to chase after

The wonders of the future reach backward
to pick at my ravaged, scavenged dreams
and suddenly it is understandable
why the writers created the future
and left us, the little ones, behind
to think about how to catch up

The idle tinkerings of the present ignore you
as if, to exist, you must lose your substance
and it all makes so much sense now
why the writers and their work is dying
because the children refuse to think
while someone else can do it for them

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Recycled Soul

Boo hoo hoo went the little girl
and held the knife above her arm
and threatened to her friends and self
to end the pain with vicious harm.

Chop chop chop went the kitchen knife
went up and down in flesh and bone
she's screaming for painless freedom
the fuzz of black edged monotone

Boo hoo hoo went the family friends
and marched the rain soaked grass
stared down at a little black coffin
and mourned the troubled lass

Up up up went her spirit form
and paused a while above the earth
then caught an opportunity
and found a body for rebirth

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Apart

A part of this world I open my eyes and breathe...
Apart of this world I wonder what they think of me on Facebook
A part of this world I laugh at how beautiful everyone is...
Apart of this world I check to see who likes my comments
A part of this world I live in the brilliant orgasm of now...
Apart of this world I lay down some anonymous hate as Guest42
A part of this world I sigh at the joke of separation
Apart of this world I struggle to connect to someone worth it
A part of this world I smile at every pretty girl...
Apart of this world I smile at the pretty girls
A part of this world I am very close, closer than comfort...
Apart of this world I feel so very far away and so alone

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