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” as I whispered her name “
With cup in hand, I ventured out into the first, cold morning of Autumn… I felt the her cold breath upon my neck, as a murder took flight… With a fluttering of mostly auburn leaves, like the color of her hair… As I moseyed around the little trails, worned into the forest around me… Listening…
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” something of meaning”
It seemed as if we lived through eons before we learned to write… We seemed to be driven to wander or search for someone missing… An ache that would not go away as if it were an adiction… A very old woman in my village shared this with me… “ I have witnessed within you,…
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The Story Of You
The Story Of You It’s a story of what I have become… It’s a story of all the people I have come to know… It’s a story entwined with poetry and images… As the story unfolded You said it was because I kept leaving… You never asked why… You never gave me a reason to…
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” the days I live for… “
Old Sirius has gone to sleep… Now linger through those dog days come September… As I traverse the back roads… I notice all the ponds are down.. Too little rain for half way through our season…. I stop at my usual haunts, fruits and vegetable stands… Georgia Peaches are everywhere… Big Boy Tomatoes are a…
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“ A Breath Of Light “
Long before the Breath Of Light emerged… Only darkness existed…A time without color…They say it began with a bang…They were wrong…There was nothing from which to make a bang…There was one whose love was so strong…That he brought forth the Breath Of Light…His love was so strong that we bare witness…In every sunrise…In every sunset…As…
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“ with cup in hand, as the dog days wane “
It’s that time of year again… Sirius is in decline as the Summer heat prevails… The lush beauty of Spring… Now appears like litter upon the ground… As those ancient drums echo across the land… Carried in the winds of Summer… Sending the limbs of shade… Into the wild exotic rages of dance… Limbs and…
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” through our past moments “
“ through our past moments “ The French have a saying that describes a feeling… That one in which you are left knowing you have had before… She and I, well we encouraged them to finally use it in print… You see when our paths cross… We relive, in a moment the love we have…
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For love is what created eternity…
How these old fingers can still pluck at these strings… They seem to have a memory that leaves me bewildered… Even before “ I wore a younger mans clothes “… I still hear their voices… as if they are recorded within the memories of each note… “ Telling my whole life “ with a pluck…
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A Precipice Of Passage
A friend shared with me… Her struggle with addiction… Following the passing of my daughter… She described it… As if one was flirting with death… Each time a clearer image emerged… The illusion of a better existance… A challenge to kiss death and then return… From what I remember… The year was 1964… My youth…
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The Winds Of Love
“ the winds of love “ Deep within the savage soul there beats a heart… Of savage gold in the untamed forms… Within the greed and lust of the animal called man… Whose heart is transformed by a melody… Carried within the winds of love…