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My Coat

5:00 am
And I am most alive
It's still quiet
I know they are on the road
The cars, the trucks, the trailers
But I can't hear them
Rather only bird song from the trees near by
I breathe but I do not inhale air, I inhale life

This time will pass though
As it should
I will get the breakfast
Do the little house hold things here and there
And then leave this home, this shelter

Before the key goes into the lock though
I will put on one last piece of clothing
My coat of extroversion
To hide this shy, fearful, nervous introvert from the world
With it on ...
I'll crack jokes
I'll laugh loudly with the others
I'll talk about things that I don't really care about
Just to keep things normal
Just to avoid the stares

The stares that come if I say 
... that I try to write poetry
... that last night I signed up on PoetrySoup
... that I found some great passages by Thoreau
... that American Transcendentalism fascinates me

Hell no! Are you crazy!?
I've got a really great coat
I'll talk about performance engine parts
About the silly politicians
About headlines in the newspaper
About traffic and potholes
And I may even throw some useless complaining to top it off

By the way, did I ever mention I have this really great coat
It's awesome!!!

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The Angel and the Spear

Deep breath
Then a shallow one
What's that now?
Another shallow one?
And another
OK, there is a deep one now
And now a shallow

And there is no rhythm to it
There is no fixed interval
The breathing is like a ship in rough seas
Tossed and pushed around
Randomly by inconsistent waves

I know little else than this way to breathe
Like spears tossed randomly at me
One by one they pierce my flesh
Fear
Anxiousness
Doubt
Over and over again
But over what?
Over nothing
No one is throwing them
They just keep hurtling toward me

So my body convulses as the steel cuts through me
Again and again
I think little of it
Having lived with them so long
From waking in the morning to going to sleep at night
And sometimes even when I dream

But wait ......
What's happening .....
This is ....
What is this ....
Help me I'm scared ....
I don't know this ....
Something is wrong ....
No ....
I'm in error ...
Something is right ....

Suddenly an angel has laced her two arms around me
Pulling me toward her
Into her soft silky bosom
I feel the warmth of her skin
I hear her strong heart beating
And then I see it .....

Magic
Thunder

Every single spear breaks against her like paper
The titanium and steel heads
Deathly sharp and precise
Shatter against her, instantaneously into dust
The heavy wooden shafts are split into a million pieces
So small that they may have well just disappeared

Again and again and again
Yet there are no marks on her
Not one
The shield remains unscathed

What is this creature made of
That she effortlessly shatters steel
And crushes the earth

She pulls and holds me tighter
Kissing me on my forehead
And as she does so
Nothing hits her again
Life surrenders and tosses nothing at her again
At me again

I lace my arms around her
My beautiful indestructible shield
My angel
And as I do so, my heart beats
With renewed strength
With exacting amplitude
In a perfect rhythm

No longer do the spears pierce me
No longer do they cut my flesh
For they fear her terribly
They do not dare come near her
For they will meet only with destruction

My infinitely powerful shield
My angel

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Not Tonight

Been nights when I was in deep clenching physical pain
But not tonight
Nights when I felt so alone and hopeless
But not tonight
Been nights when I could not decide whether I was depressed or enraged
But not tonight
Nights when reality of waiting on a result was too real
But not tonight
Been nights when I was terrified of the next day
But not tonight
Nights when I wanted to help so very much but could not
But not tonight
Been nights when I felt weak and impotent
But not tonight
Been nights when I could not control anything
But not tonight
Nights when everything seemed to have gone wrong with the day
But not tonight
Been nights when I thought that the Earth was against me
But not tonight
Nights when I fully took in the fact that the girl I loved did not love me
But not tonight
Been nights when my heart was so broken that I could cry
But not tonight
Nights when I wished I could let go, but did not
But not tonight
Been nights when I wished someone or something would save me, but alas did not
But not tonight

This night is not perfect, but I am at peace and thankful for it
For I know how nights can be

Thank heavens I am able to know how it is ... right now

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Where I

Where we run
Where we slide with ease
Where we push forward rapidly
Where we dare to be something we most possibly could not
Where we hope in view of real failure
Where we dance
Where we scream 
Where we gaze into the heavens
Where we quickstep to the side
Where we eat and drink with thankfulness
Where we release our energy unto the world
Bright, sparkling, shining, wondrous

Where we love
Where we spin and swirl into the tornado that is endless passion
Where we swim in warm flesh
Where we can sink into one another

Where we fly
Where we soar
Where we are strong and sturdy
Where we are Spartan
Where we feel Gods energy slam into us
Where we burst forth with laughter at the gift

Where we breathe
Ever so slowly
Ever so gently
Where we hold a hand
Where we wipe a tear
Where we wrap arms around another
And pull sorrow away
Where we are noble
Where we are majestic
Where we are the purest of creatures created

Where I remember
Where I reclaim
Where I am reminded of truth
Where I am witness to giving
Where I sway with the trees
Where I attack
Where I retreat
Where I forgive
Where I let go
Where I close my eyes
Where I pause
Where I stop

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Man In the Mirror

Every morning
I get to stare into the mirror
And gaze at the man
Who after all these years
Still holds the rank
As the the most difficult person
I have ever ever had to deal with
In my entire life

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Why Write

Why write?
Why bother?
It's just words
They're just thoughts

Are they proper words?
I don't know
Are they valuable thoughts?
I have not a clue

I often doubt
And even my doubt has doubts about doubt

Why write then?
Will not my words be drowned in the endless noise of this plain?
Will anything be heard?
Will I change any lives?
Will I start a movement?

I think not
I know not

Why press my fingers on these keys then?
Why waste my time?

In the end, there is only one answer
Only one excuse that I could devise

And that this writing has absolutely no power, save over me

So ....
I write to not lose my mind
I write to jolt a memory, an emotion, to tear it away
Tear it away from the sticky stifling webs of logic
I write to breathe fresh air
I write to fool myself into thinking that it's the world going mad and not me
I write to feel safe
I write to feel protected
I write so that my heart can slow down after a long day
I write because I am troubled, and know not how to recover
I write ... so that I may SCREAM at the world!

Then again
Why write?
Why bother?

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Waiting

Waiting
Hoping
Not in the traditional way
Not in the way that sets the mind
And the heart up for a fall
I wait
I hope
For the unexpected good
For the sweetest surprise
For the seeming chaos
That will sort itself out to the calm

It's a flow
Like a leaning back on your favorite chair
Like the cool underside of a favourite pillow
Like just letting it all go
All the plans
All the schemes
All the strategies
All the techniques
All the estimations
All the wheeling and dealing

Could do with an expected good now
A brief glance
A slight smile
A chat 
A conversation lasting hours
A laugh
A silence
A flirt
A compliment

It is said that it is only when you give up your life
That is the time that you receive it fully
And so the paradox is
Then maybe expect nothing
And open the self to everything

My body is tired tonight
My mind is worn
My heart is slightly troubled
But I dare not sleep yet
I have to get this out 
Whatever it is 
Had no idea what it would be when it started
Still I have no idea what it will be when I am finished
Built my fingers still move and press the keys

Will my unexpected good come tomorrow?
Or maybe the day after?
I have no idea
But I will be hoping 
I will be keeping a subtle lookout

Time for sleep
Time to slow the body, mind and spirit
Maybe something good tomorrow, maybe a good I never expected.

EA

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Sleep Now Young Man

It's still here
That gentle touch
That soft kiss on the lips
Those soft kisses all over
That tender cheek on cheek
Finger tips passing softly and lightly over smooth skin
I have not forgotten
How could I? This is the essence, my essence

But it's not needed again
And so the young man who was willing to give so much
Must sleep now
Not die, just sleep

It's a mechanistic life now
That's what they all like
That's what they all worship
To-do lists
New things to buy
New things to clean
Renovation after renovation to the home
This breaks and that breaks, and I fix
Let's eat more
Let's buy more
Let's have more silly stupid useless conversations

What a shame!
For I still know where to touch
And how much pressure to place
And how slowly to drag my fingers across

Sleep now young man, just sleep
I will awaken you when, or if, you are needed again