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a thaw in relations


inspiration lies low
like ursa minor in hibernation
like tulip bulbs
stirring in february soil

blue eyes painted over
darkened skies
peek past wintry clouds
and toward a brand new day

open arms warmly welcome
a once elusive sun
promising to thaw a world
hopeful to rise again


january two thousand sixteen
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behind the darkest of days


dense fog rolled in
long before the awakening
muting streetlamps
seen as glowing orbs
dotted along lifeless streetscapes

behind the shroud
crows gather atop barren
unseen trees
calling upon a breakthrough light
delivering beacons of hope


december two thousand fifteen
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beyond the light


pretending this life-giving light
never once existed is like
accepting neither did I

wandering in the darkness
catlike eyes search for nothing
in particular but hopeful
to find something new

tall trees open up like umbrellas
protecting the ground
from metallic dust showers
turning into cosmic twisters
chased by space cowboys
riding sun-powered horses

life beyond the light is like a twin
searching for her lost soul
relentlessly persevering


january two thousand fifteen
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one-way ticket out of here


I walked the back streets into the
heart of the city
pulling on cigarillos and
spitting on beetles

it was noon and I should have
been in school
but the gray sky somehow
took hold of my mind
led me away
to where I was needed most

weeks earlier I had been hoping
to hook up with the outlaw josey wales
but that opportunity had
come and gone
and I was left holding my
head in my hands

(I reminded myself that back home
there is only so much dirt to sweep)

god’s plan is not mine to question
but I’m grateful for the few
hundred dollars in my front pocket
not to mention a one-way ticket
and my mother’s rabbit’s foot


december two thousand fourteen
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anytime the sky is crying


I’ll be damned if I had good
reason chasing any fool thing
for a pat on the back
or some sort of medal that later
winds up in the river

I’ll be damned if I knew
what I’d do next
if I didn’t have money
to pay the rent

At least I got enough scratch
to frequent the Irish district
twice or thrice a week
swapping sailor stories
with make-believe monsters
who never remember your name

Chasing any fool thing at least
gives a man a little hope
like a little piece of sunshine
stuffed inside his pocket
never understanding its power
until it’s almost too late


december two thousand fourteen
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recounting history


the torch may fade from time to time
may flicker like a pilot’s light
disappearing over the sea

below the surface the torch
resumes its glow
likely to be found by henchmen
digging foxholes

beware the silence
they warned
lifting their torches
and charging a newfound
enemy with fiery explosions

in the aftermath smoldering fires
resurrect memories of old promises
feeding those who hunger
rebuilding what was destroyed

as new histories emerge new
generations evolve
securing the torches in submerged silos
believing that without peace
all the yesterdays of the world
added up to nothing



november two thousand fourteen
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tightening the grasp of my amulet


I’m afraid of losing it all
one day waking up discovering
I don’t have what it takes
to reach the next destination

Sometimes wish I could just
curl into a ball and
forget about paying attention

Sometimes wish I could just
venture out alone and
walk away into the winter sunset

I’ve been down this road before
but always found the
long way out
my misguided angels
eventually finding me
a new shiny amulet

Walking closer to the sun
I lighten my load and
tighten the grasp
discarding all regrets


october two thousand fourteen
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Chapter Five

from the book of revelation

the boss
held his possessions closely
encrypted them within seven seals

the pain he must feel
becomes real tears streaming
live down so many faces

pelted with insults his child
refuses to die
reaches out to a world
programmed to never understand
their own ransom

new generations give forth
a sense of promise
offering peace on earth (for the)
next thousand years

newly created criminals
and their invisible entourage
emerge as expected
floating like butterflies and
stinging like bees


august two thousand fourteen
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lost continents


they sailed along silver waves
in search of higher lands
the maps in their hands
aligned with ancient stars
that never shined so bright

under the bridge women rocked
stitching winter clothing
the children praying
for a higher power
to free them from their plight

as years turned into decades
mountains slowly emerged
caverns like beacons
calling forth their vessels
to dock within the light


september two thousand thirteen
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jars of light


nobody asked me to share
my dreams with anyone
so I kept them to myself
nurtured them as best I could

in the middle of the night
silence awakened me
beckoned me to walk alone
in streets that never sleep

along the way I imagined
the sad ones called my name
reaching out like lonely stars
dying to find a home

I gathered them in jars
full of oxygen and hope
promised to return again
when eyes are laid down low



september two thousand thirteen
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the escort


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 guardian


you entered the ward
with a smile in your eye
quietly knelt beside me
and whispered of a world
where the dazzling white light
promises to free me
from the pain inside



october two thousand twelve
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