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15 Oct 2015
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border crossings


they come out of the woods
and nobody seems to notice
foreign forces desperately
crawling beneath the earth
constructing tunnels of desperation

a once finely tuned back yard
quickly becomes unmanageable
attracting disparate dichotomies
unwittingly tearing up the fabric
of well-manicured neighborhoods

bloodhounds and barb-wired fences
provide no security along
these once peaceful borders
where old school kings often called
fair maidens from the other side


october two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , ,
14 Oct 2015
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that lonesome road


repressed memories lay in shadows
begging to be found
along the side of the road
leading to a place called redemption

I was supposed to pick up the pieces
but I was busy
losing track of precious time
barreling down this lonesome highway

forgive me for my forgetfulness
those wildflowers found
in the middle of somewhere
were meant to bloom in your memory

this love I possess is eternal
quietly moves on
past tomorrow’s horizon
and beyond the roadway to the stars


october two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , , ,
11 Oct 2015
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he embarrasses me


he asked me why I was always near
shouting as if he was deaf
pointing fingers about which way
the wind blows
as if I always knew
when to grab a jacket
or carry an umbrella

he stopping drinking gin
and switched to vodka
because that was my mother’s favorite

in the candlelit parlor
he would silently toast her beauty
until he could no longer see

when midnight arrived I would take off
his shoes and put up his feet
lay a blanket over his fragility
his hand grasping the cane

he never wanted me
to take him out to dinner
because as he put it
I know everything about nothing
and talk way too loud


october two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , ,
08 Oct 2015

time traveler’s daughter


thousands of years have passed
since they first arrived on our lands
mistaken as gods of ingenuity
in search of finding a new way

conceived by way of imagination
she was the first of a dying breed
had traveled throughout the galaxy
before ever witnessing the light of day

the road to immortality is a lonely one
but she had no choice but to proceed
aspiring to heal universal wounds
ruthlessly inflicted by trespassers


october two thousand fifteen
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05 Oct 2015
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ghost of my former self


I always enjoy my time
walking amongst the living
dressed in off-white and
uninterested in success
briefcase in one hand
wall street journal in the other
umbrella purposefully left behind
in a vacated train seat

I once met an angel
while witnessing a stabbing
on sunset boulevard
quickly turned my back
because her light was too bright
her tucked wings a reminder
I can’t possibly find my way
without first learning to fly


october two thousand fifteen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
03 Oct 2015
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illusionary safe havens


bulleted cars crawl on desert road
headlamps shining
motors purring silently
powered by a sun
hidden past the dunes

old soldiers march in the rear
in light camouflage
carrying rifles and canteens
their breath visible while
chanting in the cool air

twenty thousand miles overhead
satellites pick up chatter and
transmit to the other side
resting comfortably
somewhere near the water

like a wine connoisseur
star-studded aficionados
select bombs from a list
packaged and activated
and released from a carrier

morning sun cast shadows
stretched across the desert
etching out new roads
and offering new hopes of
finding refuge near the red sea


october two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry, War Poems and tagged , , ,
30 Sep 2015
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when september ends


she slipped by like a new moon
looking for a place to hide

on bright days she warmed my heart
but when clouds gathered ‘round
she chilled my bones
leaving me rummaging for solace

(come rain or shine the boys of summer
aspired to play deeper into cooler nights)

sunday morning frost
nipped at my budding thoughts
stripping me of guilt and innocence
and reminding me of all those things
left unsaid and undone

though the sun will rise again
this may be the last goodbye


september two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
29 Sep 2015
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Session 101


I told the doctor I hadn’t been feeling
quite like myself
told her I’ve lost some weight
and kept waking up at three am
on the button
for the past ten days

I’d get up and take a leak
in the dark
imagining the moon was staring
at me from behind the drawn shade
watching my every move

After a few moments of silence
she finally got the courage
to tell me to go on

There’s nothing more to say
I said as if nothing was wrong
and I got up and left
feeling perfectly fine


september two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , ,
28 Sep 2015
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invisible in the city


getting lost is good for the ego
especially when deep in meditation
where there is no place to hide

stumbling down the sidewalk
the shopping cart I push
keeps me from falling over

alleyways are always darkest
during the brightest of days
when eyes are shut tight
and I can barely see my breath

I feed birds living on high wires
and encourage city weeds
growing between the cracks

having answered to many names
I am content with the unknown
that is certain to befall us all


september two thousand fifteen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry and tagged , ,
27 Sep 2015
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Sunday Sports Bar


It was Sunday and we slept in
and skipped Mass
instead settled for a cozy little
tavern offering a brunch buffet and
make-your-own Bloody Mary bar

Flat screen TVs lined the upper
walls between knick-knacks and
artwork and craft beer signs
airing multiple football contests
and golf and X games

In the far back corner a dozen
patrons encircled a table
the television above them
airing the Papal visit in Philadelphia
every once in a while whooping
it up and pumping their fists
signaling to all the faithful
the Pope had scored again


september two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , ,
26 Sep 2015
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hungry little flies


mosquitoes hang out by solar
powered lights
strung along the north end of the pond
unnoticed by skinny dippers
sipping blue margaritas and keeping
cool in the air-conditioned cabana

up the hill patio lights turn on
exposing new flesh
lounging on freshly painted deck chairs
tempting low-lying mosquitoes
to change their tactics by abandoning
their fruitless waiting game


september two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged ,
22 Sep 2015
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say you’ll haunt me


inside this cage I hear you sing
your personal psalms
songs of woe and joy
and everything in between

during your darkest moments
supernovas shine high above

though not in your line of sight
they keep you off guard and hopeful

your face is patterned
vertical lines channeling emotions
streaming from your eyes

out in the yard shadows cast
familiar symmetrical smiles

some nights you are unprepared
to fall asleep in my arms

one day a miracle will open the door
leaving you with new ideas
either spiraling yourself far away
or forever haunting my days


september two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
20 Sep 2015
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losing a whole year


while staying on the down low
I kept an ear to the ground
and an eye to the sky
surmising how many hours
would pass before the start
of the next armed conflict

after giving up on solving
the odds for world peace
I moved on to other worldly problems
proposing solutions with a
little help from friends
living inside my head

while good-meaning people
feared I had been brainwashed
by some religious cult
I’ll be damned if it was me
walking in the shadows these past
three hundred sixty-five days


september two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
18 Sep 2015
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beyond twenty questions


there’s nothing in the past
worth dwelling upon
(at least none that I can remember)
and while the future may be clouded
by chances of earthquakes and tornadoes
I can only hope those ancient westerly winds
will soon bring a serenity
as lovely as la niña

once my fuzzy thoughts gave way
to clearer skies
all the little ones rushed out of
the bushes in a swarm
surrounding my sandaled feet as I
continued to walk through the wet grass
their curious minds abuzz
pleading for me to teach them more about
magic carpet rides and flying saucers

I told them digging deeper into the ground
is simply preposterous
instructing them instead to set their sights
light years beyond the stratosphere
where the sun can never hide
and life is like a dream


september two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , ,
13 Sep 2015
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a light never before seen


lonely preacher on street corner
gathers in unseen souls
wayward and without homes
wandering this earth in silence

they are drawn to his words
spoken plainly and unhesitatingly
giving them reason to break free
from their apocalyptic spells

come one come all and
join the parade he whispers
take my hand and follow me
into the light
a light never before seen
and destined to mend
your broken spirits


september two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Dogma, Poetry and tagged , ,
11 Sep 2015
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running inside and out of poverty


the finish line is barely visible
a thin papered strip of memories
held in place by bookend angels
with nothing but time to burn

sometimes the light is further
than what side view mirrors can see
other times up front and flashing
like an ambulance called on the scene
its influence fading inside a
tunnel of diminishing returns
where mind and body separate
if only for a moment in time

innocent lives cast inside
neighborhoods mostly off limits
practice running and gunning
and killing lights that
one day were once inspiring


september two thousand fifteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,

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