an uninvited guest
how can there be such a thing
a girl of color no less
her face velvety & somewhere
between blue & violet
the color of radiance trapped
inside her eyes
as if she was born yesterday
april two thousand twenty-two
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I’ve confronted death before
or was it vice versa
I do not recall
I remember being unafraid
and to the trees surrounding me
I said you will be my witness
then the north wind did blow
aiding me to my feet
and it was at that moment
I began to understand
the silence of the woods
the heart never truly heals
it simply seeks to regenerate
like the flora of the forest
november two thousand twenty
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mighty clouds bulbous and swelling
swarming through dark starless skies
spinning tales of menace and fear
choosing who lives and who dies
little ones crisscross through cornfields
chasing monarch butterflies
free of cares above or below
on this earth or otherwise
what keeps your faith resurrecting
my dear flower of surprise
oh how you entertain greatness
amidst the deceit and lies
july two thousand seventeen
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little flower
do not grow old today
keep yourself firmly grounded
in the earth
and resist the temptation
to be cut
to be owned
only to be resold
little flower
do not weep today
but welcome the wonders
of the world
with open eyes
and open arms
reaching for the sun
little flower
do not die today
like those gone before you
in seasons past
beckoning you
flying past you
courtesy of the wind
april two thousand sixteen
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and when it rains we pray for brighter thoughts
and think of things that bind us to the earth
reminding us how we were born
from out of the darkness
like a flower or the butterfly
and when it rains we have time to contemplate
how the sun never hides
but rather is separated from us
from things out of our control
and it is then we learn to read each other’s minds
like the worker bee does her queen
and when the rain has passed our way
we shift our thoughts to wonderment and joy
like children skipping across wet grass
slipping and sliding and laughing under the sun
may two thousand fifteen
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With exact timing the rain-soaked branchlet
released water-droplets; while below
a soft, geranium petal strained to reach
the four o’clock sun, its efforts deterred
by a consistent explosion of sorts.
originally penned circa nineteen ninety-two
audio recorded june two thousand fourteen
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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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I entered the world
like a flower blooming
an experience blocked
from a memory dying
to understand
how the subliminal past
led me to this time
where I beget the pistil
and the petal
november two thousand twelve
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