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tesseract
TESSERACT
You and I are laughing and laughing and having fun… We gaze into each others consciousness and you smile and cover lips with your finger as I gesture playfully. Closer and closer we become as our surrounding melts away until only universe that matters is the one created in the three feet space between you and I. A simple small talk conversation about nothing important, with content soon to be forgotten, yet so engaging that the universe itself shall break all laws to bend and fit between us …as if it wishes to carry upon its shoulder the feathery light conversation of a Sunday afternoon
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I am a stray cat.
A lone creature scurrying for scraps
Of knowledge in life’s back alleys.
Midnight choruses with kindred souls
Fill the cold night with songs of restlessness.
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if i could
if i could, I would,
pluck the stars from skies
A bouquet for your weary eyes
and smother every tear that you’ve cried
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if I could, I would,
mend the worlds great divides
honor every child who has died
and dry every tear that has been cried
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if I could, I would,
wrap the globe in my arms
ask all of the legions to disarm
Shelter the vulnerable from harm
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but I am mere man
and the world is the so grand
and things seem out of hand
i cant see where to stand
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…………then, I Stop
…………and think of you
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I remember that i can
become a better man
start inward and expand
from the heart to my hands
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If i can, i will try
to bring hope to your eyes
to start chain world wide
one person at a time
moving outward,leaving behind
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all the tears that world ever cried
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We live in this world on an Inhale…
We leave from this world on an Exhale…
A lifetime riding the wave of Breath…
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Enticing atmosphere that we share
Entwining, overlapping, breathing Air around us
Invisible, un-tasted, abused, taken for granted…
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But always around us…
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Between us…
Within us…
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Because I think its cool widget.
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work break scribble unedit
whatever will
come …may come
whatever will
go… may go
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whether the land
scorches in drought
whether our cups
fill and overflow
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New endings often provoke fear
new beginning aren’t easily seen
Rivers flow mount to sea
and we are all paddling in between
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what ever we become
where ever we go
were paddling with the current,
With the river we flow.
what i am writing about
I really don’t know.
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having an Art Attack
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Sartre by the Sea shore
Standing on the Beach,
Contemplating the Ocean,
“Maelstrom, Maelstrom…we all fall in”
Gazing toward the wet horizon,
With wishful mind of wonder:
“Madness, Madness…where do I fit in.”
Desert Beach Shore Winds
Burning sand behind the eyes
“Wasteland, darkness coiled within”
Surf tows me under,
Circumstance’s siren song:
“Maelstrom, Maelstrom…Thou shall swirl & spin.”
Feel the water’s salty nature
Against my frozen skin
“Wave-slash, Backstroke…we all shall swim.”
Swimming and surging
Embraces swimmer to sea:
“Maelstrom, Maelstrom…the Being within.”
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Late summer Rains
Late summer rains come
with a damp cool breeze
nostalgic perfume of
the new Autumn tease
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The moon hangs inviting
like the wink of an eye
from fresh friendly faces
in my youth long passed by
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Late summer rains came
through woods we would race
hid in the tree house
hearts give way to chase
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Later summer rains now
put my mind at ease
remind me of places far
from the aging Autumn tease.
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living beauty
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tolerance
Nothing is totally certain.
Nothing is totally safe.
Outcomes are sometimes invisible,
In all our acts of faith.
Risk is sometimes accepted.
Uncertainty often postpones.
Yet difference between trust and doubt
Is measured comfort with the unknowns’
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