The Place
There is a place
In my heart that still dances
A place in my soul that sings
- And sings, and dances and dances -
A place so deep, so set
A place that even the mundane drudgery
The routine day-to-day
Can not kill
A place so close, so distant
A place that was, and is yet to come
A place where belief originates and lives
The birth place of
The most human humanity
The most divine divinity
A place where
Majesty, mystery and magic still speak
A place of all origins.
Some will not hear it any longer.
But, I still listen...
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Colors
There was a black man
There was a blue man
They hated each other
For the color of the skin
They both believed the other
To be the offspring of some great sin...
One dark day
They got into a helluva fight
Each believing to be in the right
They beat upon each other
Through and through
They beat each other black and blue,
Until finally
They both did come to see
How much alike
They'd come to be.
Now there is a black man
There is a blue man
Together they stand
Once divided by the color of the skin
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It's A Lonesome Desert At Night
I stood in a phone booth
In the middle of the desert
And listened to it ring,
It sounded like some sad old song
I think I used to know how to sing -
I heard Spanish horns
Wailing in the distant air,
A longing upon the Western wind
Rolling in from somewhere, far beyond here, or there -
Rain started down
As hypnotically I picked up the phone,
I heard lightning crackle through the line
And thunder seductively groan -
A voice in the wind
Blew hot and low
Throwing desperate dust into the fading sky,
While shadows in the flashes and trembles through the ground
Gave clouds cause to cry and cry -
I wanted so to call Someone...
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Crazy Thoughts
Maybe I've gone crazy
Looking for too many words,
Maybe I've taken leave of my senses
Trying to speak, and be heard -
So many things I want to say
All in hopes to find
What I don't understand
About all the life that lives and moves in my mind -
The words all come out wrong
While what I'm truly searching for,
Laughs and dances like a madman
Out of my own hearts back door -
It's the damndest thing
Like running down an empty desert highway,
Chasing the vanishing point
That's always going farther and farther away -
Does that rainbow's beautiful end really reside
In the mountain paradise of the perfect Word;
Will I ever arrive at that elusive point
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Dream Dance
When you're fast asleep
The mind sneeks out, and around,
Wearing the moonlight
Like some ancient royal gown.
Soulful seekers and spiritual searchers
All invited here by the King of dreams,
Dancing and communing together
In the majesty of this becoming scene.
It's only the dreamy wishes of broken reality
Some, whose imaginations have died, will say,
Perhaps though, it is really a portent
The combination, and culmination of past and future days.
Dreams flow like flittering diamonds
Upon the nights sparkling river in the sky,
Old and new, the many and the few
All that have gone on, and yet to be
In the dreams of the night, dance... knowing they will never die.
The stars, and the milky way
Are the floor upon which we dance,
All the cosmos and spirits and time
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Where
The stars and the moon
Dance to their own
Silent tune - while somewhere
Light years away
In the deepest dark
Is a far brighter day;
Such great mystery I cannot hear
Nor can I see,
Contemplating, I wonder,
Is it life out there...
Or is it just me?
A friend says I am thinker.
But, I know
He is just being kind,
For I've never been inside an institution
That forms deep thoughts inside the mind.
- The wind and time
Relentlessly move along,
They go forever onward...
So soon, I will be forgotten and gone.
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Burn
I fell in love in 2004,
I fell in love
Sitting at the bottom of a Utah canyon floor -
It wasn't a woman
Nor a man,
It wasn't with a purpose
Or even a plan -
I just sat there one hot afternoon,
All by myself
Lying on my back; all alone -
Gazing at the sun
Gazing back at me,
Not another human soul for miles around...
The most incredible feeling; so completely free -
I fell forever in love, right then and there
With the alluring, beauty of the great Southwest;
Now, I'll never get it out of my heart,
Be it cursed or devinely blessed -
Sometimes it tortures the depths of my soul
Not to be there;
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Life Goes On
It's the rat race
You want to blame,
Or then again
Maybe it's just your given name;
Either way
It's all the same,
Life's a gamble
And life's a game,
Some days it's the sun
Some days it's the rain,
Some days
It's just the same old same.
So, pack up the bags
Lying low beneath your eyes,
Filled with the weight
Of the tears you've cried;
Embrace the new borne air
Rising along a different trail,
Softly breath some of it in,
And put the rest in your sail.
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Mind-Full Folly
- I'm quite uncertain
if I've ever had an original thought.
Perhaps I have, but then missed it,
or worse yet, forgot it.
What cruel pranks the human mind plays
upon the body that houses it.
Does it have no gratitude
for the oxygen, the blood flow, the nourishment
it is supplied with by this humble body?
Does it not even once desire to give sincere thanks,
to the eyes
for illuminating its possibilities of knowing
the amazing world all about?
to the ears,
for the sublime sounds
manifested upon it?
to the nose,
that has given it the incredibly delicious sensation
of scent?
or to the taste buds,
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Land Out of Time
Oh, where to find
Great moments
Of nonrecordable time -
A place
Where souls may fly,
A grand-land
That begots life to live - and death to die -
Only one region
Can there be,
The mysterious American southwest desert
Wild land of eternity.
Tarry long in this nature
Read her as a book,
Linger over every line
Stopping often to take an extra look -
The mind may arise with revolt
Trying all to see with reason,
But, let the heart saunter, while quietly receiving
The timeless beauty of each and every season.
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