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how I am drawn to you


the town is vacant
abandoned by war
can you feel me
trembling with fear

the moon is afire
and the field is aglow
can you see me
chasing the wind

the bridge is out
and the river is frozen
can you hear me
calling your name

the border is near
attracting me closer
your arms reach out
unbelievably we embrace



december two thousand sixteen
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peeking around the next corner


it seems like everyone is hell bent on
picking a fight
but by everyone I don’t mean you or me

sometimes I want you to make me think
and other times I don’t

I’m not sure which is worse
pretending the white elephant
isn’t actually pink
or acknowledging all is fair
in lust and taxation

I didn’t come here looking
for a fight
and neither did you
so I keep on convincing myself
that’s what keeps us separated
from whatever it is
that’s hurting



november two thousand sixteen
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messengers of love


there is just the one god
there shall be none of this
three-in-one nonsense
or some other silly notion
for without truly believing in the one
man will never love his brother
what he loves for himself
      while loving thy neighbor
        (as thyself)
remains the most daunting proposition
       (ever put to the test)
for well over two thousand years


august two thousand sixteen
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I will find you


I will find you in the corner of my mind
where wildflowers replaced minefields
deactivated by protectors of the peace

I will find you living amongst the dead
melding within the countryside
free from worry and
greeting each morning with open arms

I will find you like a promise finds a keeper
like a satellite finds her signal
like a caterpillar finds new life


august two thousand sixteen
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wind chime outside my window


winds of change remain the same
although uncertain futures often
bear the best fruit

half a world away pacified oceans
symbolize endless opportunities
for lasting peace

much like the butterfly
there are no boundaries as long
as there is wind to sail
    and the wind
         oh the wind
breathes forth new life
exhaling a new kind of love
never before seen


july two thousand sixteen
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toward the light of day


think of me
when the skies in your dream
break free from dusk

dream of me
when you roll over and discover
your softer side

think of me
as if I was still a young man
running after you

remember me
chasing you in your dreams
toward the light of day


july two thousand sixteen
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there is love in the clouds


nobody’s tending the fire
it’s just burning on its own
neither controlled nor uncontrolled
emitting a stench of indifference

massacres and coup attempts
repeat like the rising of the sun
highlighting headlines on
doorsteps as death tolls escalate
and accumulate

meanwhile the fire burns
fueled by arms deals between
friends and foes
stoked by power struggles and
brokered by corrupt politicians
enabling strategic corporations

social consciousness bombards
wireless outlets with outrage
pumping up clouds until they burst
pamphlets of love falling
like rain across a world on fire


july two thousand sixteen
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Enough of silly love songs

by Morgan M Byers & J Matthew Waters

It’s the way you must be feeling
guarded and shielded
my love unable to reach you

How I hate to be broken
the one who has loved you
since the beginning of time

I am willing to be patient
standing outside your heart
waiting for you to accept me

Standing along your shore
I watch how the rest of the world
reaches out to touch you

Pretending not to hurt
I patiently wait for permission
to give you the love you deserve


may two thousand sixteen
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gone for the winter and promise to return


please forgive me for asking
but how much in the world
did you pay for your time machine

do you sleep in it every night
turning back time
or do you always look so lovely by
possessing the kind of fountain
long sought after
but never found by modern man

years pass by and my body
gradually gives way
my heart growing weary
(not from worry
but) by forgetting to keep
your beauty all to myself

in the cool autumn air
I wave goodbye as you leave me
never looking back

you say the time machine
will one day bring you home

you say the southern waters
welcome us both

but I concede I must stay behind
keeping the winter warm
while praying for your safe return


april two thousand sixteen
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an army of one


I sat documenting a million lives
stretched across the globe
not kings or queens
but mere men and women and children
lost in pages of history
     only to be reborn
           centuries later
void of memory but striving
to improve their worth to a god
seldom offering second chances

time and again they returned
to earth much like wayward souls
unable to let go
cast down by a god convinced
they will one day lay down their arms
and see for themselves
there is love for all the ages


march two thousand sixteen
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generations reborn


fire was in order
to control the weeds
little did they know roots
have an empire of their own
conspiring below the surface

earth-shaking machines
pounded past the concrete
instantly peeling back
layers of history that took
centuries to build

civilizations clash
before our very eyes
whether on this continent
or another planet
certain to be conquered

arms races don’t exist
where love has taken hold
where destructive forces
so very long ago
descended into the sheen


march two thousand sixteen
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while drinking water from my hands


as evening fades like a memory
of a faraway dream
I am reminded of words spoken
barely audible above nightingales
ushering in a rising moon
a promise so to speak
made beneath the warmth
of december clouds
that the spirit of the flame will forever
prevent our love from growing old


november two thousand fifteen
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