you hide your beauty behind
your deepest thoughts
deceived into believing
there is nothing left to share
generations of ingenuity
push your instincts
and test your resolve
to fashion the unthinkable
end result is earth shattering
and unbreakable
as you reveal one final time
your undying creativity
april two thousand thirteen
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on the most sorrowful day floral arrangements
accompany the winding road
as the birds of the field sing their joyful songs
nearby wildflowers weep and sway
newly clipped roses wrapped in paper produce
smiles once believed long gone
wherever a child is knee-deep in raw color
never let time pass away
april two thousand thirteen
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adrift on a raft
with no land in sight
you lie back
and make friends
with a setting sun
lost in dreams
the bulging moon
wrecks havoc
on brainwaves
regenerating
distant stars
seek rolling waves
tossing you
into a whirlpool
of endless light
march two thousand thirteen
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the little ones gathered ‘round
ratcheting their bottoms
against the carpet as if trying to
permanently stay in place
you see
the old man began
bobbing his head
in the old days
you could drive out to the country
with your sweetheart by your side
leaving a trail of dust behind you
weaving your way through rolling hills
where rows of corn stretch toward the sun
and gigantic cows feed on fields
that forever stay green
once you reach the sign
with the painted horse
you abandon the car
and walk hand in hand down a narrow lane
leading you to an antiquated world
where you first learn to saddle your new best friend
and ride off into the sunset
with courage and grace
march two thousand thirteen
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there is a place beyond the horizon
where the moon bounces off the waves
and creatures of the deep
reveal themselves for all to see
there is a place beyond the sea
where stars are reborn
time and time again
giving new meaning to eternity
there is a place within your heart
forever caring
forever evolving
and forever trying to quiet
the madness from within
there is a place outside this world
where we will meet again
where the orchestra is perfectly refined
and we hold on for our dear lives
as we dance forever into the night
february two thousand thirteen
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beauty arises from the dirt
born of age-old comets
and earthly delights
photosynthetic arms
feeding on the sun
and supporting a smile
colorful and wide
beneath the surface
a neural network
grows in an opposing way
stretching and penetrating
though the darkness
weaving absolute lifelines
for the blind to grasp
february two thousand thirteen
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for centuries the sloping hill
produced a bouquet of artistry
sewn into the grass
and handpicked by flower children
an annual blizzard blanketed
the hill and invited participants
to hasten up and down
using any means possible
as the city slowly crawled outward
leaving concrete in its wake
the sloping hill cried
shaking and moaning and hurting
the forward motion gradually
violated the internal integrity
of her existence
until one day without warning
she simply sailed away
january two thousand thirteen
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i’m expecting my baby home
any time
expecting her to open
the door
and greet me with that
smile
i haven’t seen
since telling me
she never felt more alive
december two thousand twelve
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you entered my life
in a most unexpected way
leaving me to dwell
on all things
naturally good
giving me a sliver of hope
for achieving peace
within
before i am escorted
out the door
december two thousand twelve
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the room trembled with silence
as i sat alone on the high chair
punching keys and the space bar
with fingers and thumbs
moments earlier the silence
was interrupted with the clip clip clipping
of the fingernail clipper
and i remember thinking
what a masterful invention it was
as i purposely cut the left hand nails
much shorter than the right
the room’s silence grew louder
with terrible thoughts racing out of my mind
ricocheting off the walls and ceiling and floor
before returning to my fingers
and magically appearing on the plasma screen
i remember thinking it was such an awful silence
as tears of joy swelled in my eyes
my fingers racing millions of miles per millisecond
traveling beyond space and time
before crashing beautifully
into this alien creation
october two thousand twelve
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i snuck into the world
through a backdoor
you carved into a rolling hill
where you worked the earth
with your creative hands
with perfection in mind
you made my eyes
the lightest shade of blue
and my skin varied
depending upon the light
your blood flowed within
nourishing my heart
and strengthening my mind
as i learned how the earth
recycles all living things
through time and patience
i came to understand
how the secrets of the clay
could beautify and nourish
a world starving for love
october two thousand twelve
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