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The Creek

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I fell in love in the creek near my house
with weeds and mud and rocks and sand
the things I found there as a boy,
the things I learned there, you wouldn’t believe
the way it changed me

but nothing ever really changed
everything stayed exactly the same
exactly as it was, as it was supposed to be
in the creek near my house
where I played as a boy

I found a bottle filled with dirt,
a keychain with a rusted rebel flag,
a broken silver pendant necklace,
they were all once loved by someone
now they were all loved by me

I fell in love with the quiet
the awful silence of the woods
birds and bugs and leaves rustling
but there was never any sound
that I did not want to hear there

I found a doll covered in red,
one eye missing, arm torn, shoes gone
hair matted and sticky from the muck of that place
that dreadful creek near my house
where I fell in love with horrible stillness

the doll was broken, and I fixed it
I gave it back to the creek
I gave it back to the earth
and it was still once more
it was loved again

the next day I found a dog,
the tag on its neck said Lady
she walked with a limp, and she whimpered
when I held out my hand
and I fell in love with her

if there was one thing I’d learned
it’s that the creek could heal any wound
all you needed was a little quiet, a little stillness
and all the hurt would go away
I knew Lady was in pain

so I gave her to the creek
and she was still at last
she was free from pain
that dog, that was once loved by someone
was loved by me for a day

and ever since, when I think back
to those days in the creek near my house as a boy
I remember Lady, and I hear her whimper
as the water rose to meet her nose
and the mud swirled and surrounded her ears

and I smile when I think
that I gave her stillness
I gave her peace
and left her there for the next boy
to find and fall in love

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The Fall

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Thirty thousand shields and swords
all glistening in Diana’s sweet light
await the order to destroy
the very breath of life
and just before the Great Apollo
lifts the veil of night
we rise up and deliver
a fatal strike to end the tyranny
we cut like knives on naked skin

We cut them

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Kerosene

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Silent rage, disengaged
Fire on an empty page

Quiet, still…
ignorance is bliss until
the fire spreads and singes
all the hairs off of your face

No remorse
Oh, but of course
That’s the way the burning goes
impetuous force

The taste of smoke
Is only harsh until you choke
Then welcome suffocation
Awful nice of you to show

And everything around you starts to go

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Withered & Worn

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Darkness is swelling, looming,
casting shadows over me,
as a stone on the shore
is overcome by open sea,
I sit weathering storms;
like the stone – patiently
I am waiting, to brook the
deadly crashing waves,
endure the abrading
of endless tides;
withered and worn,
and grateful,
that somehow
I still abide.


I AM A PARANOIAC

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I am not crazy… I am not crazy… I…

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Moonlight Mutiny

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Send the call by way of land,

by wire, mouth, and sea

and let resound the trumpets, all

to bring us forth — the free;

we emerge, like light in shadows

dancing underneath the trees,

my friends and I, a cloud of dust

to spurn and steer the eyes

of history.

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A Riddle

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I speak and yet I have no voice; earthly secrets I impart.
To hear me – yours alone, the choice; doors together, stay my heart.
My arch, the root of life and strength, or wind will stir and steal my leaves.
I’ve inspired men to march and sway; yet man forgets what I have seen.
I know time, and time knows me;
but on my own, I know nothing.

What am I?

 


Walls

Writing on the Walls

We build up prisons in our worlds
that rely on walls of stone,
but in our minds the walls are ours
to build and break alone.

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Mesmerized

Mesmerized

Many years ago –
when I was young
and ever-spry,

My hairline then
was less receded,
and my stomach tight…

but, I digress;
Where was I?
Oh yes!

I sat and quaffed
a whiskey in a pub
alone one night.

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The Creed

Come and share in this, my tale:
my joy, my sorrow,
my heaven, my hell.
Come and see as I have seen
and be where I have been.

Go not forth from where you sit,
or stand, or kneel, or bow, until
you hear or read, speak or bleed
this single, simple, solemn vow:

I have known nothing until now.

 

 

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