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You are the voice inside my head.

A silent counterpart on my journey 

Keeping me company where I tread 

Dispelling all my fears and worries

 

Tell me not of tragic woes. 

I want to share your joys 

Speak to me of highs, not lows 

We'll rise above the maddening noise. 

The future comes on unflighted wing.

No faster than today, 

Let us live, our hearts will sing 

And greet the coming day.

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Extra Mile

That feted face
That stunning smile
Hasn't been seen
In quite a while
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It might not be my place
Or seem like my style
Not even my mein
To accept this guile
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Bring back the grace
Leave off the bile
When joy is lean
Give the extra mile

Transmutation

Savored sensations
Sliding slowly, sensuously,
Succeeding in assaulting my body 
Driving me increasingly mad,
Making my memories meander,
Musty, misty memories
Caught in time's bitter embrace
Embarrassing how this happens
Each time, every time
Even when I know you intend to stay
Joy turns to pain,
It's transmutated
Chemical, physical and beyond
And those savored, sensuous, slippery, sensations
Are now only memories
Made and forgotten

Barriers

Colors shared back and forth
Send love along the ancient line
Filling hearts with joy and mirth
Beating in Rhythm and Rhyme
Between us now are left no walls
Removed are barriers too
Free to hear beloved calls
The answer always rings true

The Light

Does that mean if I call your name,
You'll be there at the ready?
I confess it somehow frightens me
To think of you so steady
From mirth to tears and back again
All life's simple joys
Are brighter love because of you
You quiet maddening noise
When at first you came to me
I found myself quite lost
The magnitude of loving you
What would be the final cost?
But now I crave your company
Your touch in darkened night
I confess my early sins for now,
I've come to see the light

Decisions

Decisions

A fleeting ball of gossamer

Floats precariously on the wind

My soul’s sanity is dependant

On sticking a needle in

I’m no tower of strength

Built so tall and compelling

I’m not a font of love

There is no joy over welling

The line will end with me

Not drift infinite into space

It will never be the right time

The right person or the right place

Hopes are dashed here daily

Don’t come here to have your tears quenched

Truth cleans brighter then cleanser

Lesser emotions must be benched

So gird your loins and enter

Don’t be surprised when I say

I will not lose my center

There, at least, you have no say.

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Idiom

Idiom

When making folly in the name of art

Do you reveal your hidden heart?

Like every child has a toy

That brings to them a world of joy

There is one place where troubles start

Jealousy plays a major part

Without which wisdom we can impart

It all seems like a hidden ploy

When making folly in the name of art

The story needs a brand new start

Take heed and remember, play your part

It’s a life that most enjoy

No one wants to maim, destroy

But when making folly in the name of art

Repetition reveals the darker heart

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Closing in, almost a win

Tomorrow seems so far away

A long night, a bitter fight

Keeping creeping nightmares at bay

The sun appears and as the end nears

The fear is gone and dying

Time is telling, Joy is welling

There can be no denying

Triquatrain form 

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Nightmare

Nightmare

The light is gone and hid from view

It disappeared one day

And took with it the sun and moon

‘Caused joy to pass away

A glimmer is all ‘twould take

To make the world okay

But now our life blood spills away

And we wait in nightless day

We’ll feast on the returning

Step once more, into the fray

Until that day, we shall march forth

Keeping the nightmares at bay

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The Universal Truths

The universal truths

The points on which we all agree

Is there a higher power,

Something bigger than us all?

We have all felt the sting of loss

The flutter of the heart

That comes with love

The sting and pang

The bittersweet taste of regret

The bubbling up wellspring of joy

The burst of laughter

At inappropriate times

Some things belong to the world

We share them together

No matter who we are

We have the same

Essential Humanness

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Broken Glass

Shattered reflections

In broken glass

Just can’t bear to see

What is real, what is false?

Face lined with pain

Sorrow and heartache

Borrowing trouble

Or the smiling visage

Presenting to the world

Carefree and Nar-do-well

The truth is in the middle somewhere

But could true medium exist

When joy and sorrow war?

Perhaps Viviane meant the sword

To destroy this world of seeming

Feint copies, automatons

Merely wound up, marching along

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Everyday Things

That little joy and laughter

It helps to make it better

It’s the simple things

That help give love wings

Sharing in the break of day

Watching you quietly lay

The peaceful hum of the daily grind

Watching you as you unwind

Living life together is bliss

Without you I’d surely miss

The little everyday things

That make my heart sing

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Blank Canvas

I might be in over my head

This boulder is rolling down the cliffside

I only wanted to share my joy

But I might lose what I find most precious

The harsh light causes me to shut my eyes

But its warmth still causes me to smile

And reaching up, pull the shutters closed

I wonder if there is a way to have

Both the light and darkness

My indecision has cost me in the past

There are ghost that whisper my name

Hard drives can never be truly erased

Everyone has files that can’t be deleted

Sometimes it’s easier to just share space

If you don’t share all your secrets

What you don’t know can’t be held against you

I’m afraid I don’t know anything at all

I’m a student of the universe

Teach me, for I’m a blank canvas

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Coin Flip Poems

Everyone holds in them the possibility of being light or dark, hope and 

joy.  Here are two poems that show both sides of the coin, so to speak.

JARS OF CLAY

Jars of clay can’t capture of hearts                  

Hands can’t hold our spirits                            

Break us down to our component parts            

We still retain our specialness                        

In the break of dawn we will rise                      

Our hearts will soar to new heights                  

Every new day we sing new praise                   

Tomorrow brings new challenges                      

                                                                                                               JUST OUT OF REACH     

                                                                                        Reaching for the stars just out of grasp     

                                                                                                    Falling further and further away     

                                                                                                                               I don’t know     

                                                                                                             I keep reaching overhead     

                                                                                                        Knowing they just get away      

                                                                           The stars will align for their own desperate need      

                                                                                                 Needing no help for anyone here      

                                                                                                                    Why should I think       

                                                                                                         That I’m someone special?      

                                                                                                                 I shed one single tear      

Coin Flip Poems

Everyone holds in them the possibility of being light or dark, hope and joy.  Here are two poems that show both sides of the coin, so to speak.

JARS OF CLAY

Jars of clay can’t capture of hearts

Hands can’t hold our spirits

Break us down to our component parts

We still retain our specialness

In the break of dawn we will rise

Our hearts will soar to new heights

Every new day we sing new praise

Tomorrow brings new challenges

JUST OUT OF REACH

Reaching for the stars just out of grasp

Falling further and further away

I don’t know

I keep reaching overhead

Knowing they just get away

The stars will align for their own desperate need

Needing no help for anyone here

Why should I think

That I’m someone special?

I shed one single tear

Domino Effect

So I saw a box of dominoes the other day and it started me thinking.  When I was in fourth grade, dominoes were THE thing.  My whole class was obsessed.  We spent a long time setting up a chain that went all the way around the classroom.  Now, I am a bit older then I let on.  At this time there was no YouTube, no iPhones, heck there were barely cell phone and computers.  We didn't built this domino domination for any specific purpose.(Although, there was talk of Ripley’s)  We did it for the sheer joy of building something, of having fun.  Do kids do this anymore?  Do they have fun?  Everything is done with a purpose or an eye towards getting ahead.  If you do something fabulous, you can get famous.  You can have a singing career, if someone notices you on YouTube.  Heck, even I've fallen prey to it at times.  I’m writing this aren't I?  We, as a society, have lost our joy.  Then, we wonder why we haven’t figured out solution to our problems.  Joy leads to creativity.  Without joy we have no imagination.  We need to shut out the constant pressure to achieve and simply build for the joy of building.  Our houses look like cardboard cutouts of one another, just like some of our pictures.  We take pictures for the purpose of sharing them but not for the purpose of taking pictures.  I believe we took better pictures when we had to pay to get them developed.  It all comes down to the same thing.  Our technology is making an impact on our society and I’m not sure that it is having the most desired effect.  But like the dominoes, once started the ripples can’t be stopped unless you try.