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Eyes of the Lynx

In Native American mythology 
The species of feline named Lynx symbolizes
The ability to see clearly, as well as being
The knower of secrets, in terms of what
We hide from ourselves as well as others



I did not ask for this gift
Nonetheless, it is ever present, 
Sometimes, I strive to imagine
Having a blind eye for the 
Things that I truly see
And owning a deaf ear
Towards what is really heard



Having known many people in this life’s venture
Associates sometimes are distant strangers
And strangers become close confidants
For to see what is hidden from others
Is to observe what is unseen by many
To know that which we attempt to conceal 
From ourselves, is to look through the eyes of the Lynx



                                    (pause)    




Do these eyes pierce you? 
Or do they intrigue you 
Perhaps both at the same time? 



I didn’t mean to make you shudder
While that smug tone of voice began to stutter 
As you became aware of the pensive
Stare, that unintentionally seeps right
Through to the core, those false masks 
So neatly worn, cringes upon the prospect
Of those interior thoughts exposed to the exterior



Gazing around a room full of puppets
To their own suppressed ideas
While thinking their inner most secrets are safe
However, the eyes of the Lynx do not lie, 



                       (pause)   



 Go ahead, 
Condemn the wealthy woman 
Across the room in the corner
But did I notice a glare of envy? 
Laugh at the alcoholic as he
Guzzles down his fluids of intoxication
But, wipe the saliva from your mouth
Persecute the two woman as they sit arm in arm
Was that a flicker of fascination I detected? 



For now, I too will wear my mask
One of innocence and vulnerability
And saunter about the room quietly 
For if they only knew, 



Eyes of the Lynx
An unwanted gift? 
Or underappreciated blessing? 
Either way, 



ODE TO THE MIGHTY LYNX……………………………………

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This Crooked Family Tree

As I stand here gazing  upon
A row of trees nearing their demise
My mind is overcome by a barrage 
Of paralyzing truths
That have contaminated my spirit
Like a river transposing itself
Into an infested swamp
Nonetheless, the sight before me
Whispers to my imagination



This family tree is crooked: 
What compels ones sister 
To seduce another sisters husband? 
Just yesterday they were sharing
Clothes and make-up
Today, they share the same lover



The tree has become withered: 
Susie flees from home again
While Uncle Jake is far too under
The chains of influence to notice
I thought children came first
Then alcohol was second



That tree has shaded  to grey: 
Tony searches for drug money
While Aunt Sara is on the prowel
For a new husband at 
The corner tavern again
However, I did not realize
 New uncles were so easy to find



The branches are twisted: 
Mommy never kissed Santa Claus
On Christmas eve night, 
Instead, Aunt Sharon was kissing 
Her husbands brother under the mistletoe
After everyone went to sleep
Or so they thought, 
An old song takes on a new meaning



All the leaves have fallen: 
Great grandmother loved reciting
Stories of the family history
It is now that I understand why, 
She left some tales untold



So I wonder, 
Who planted these trees?

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Rugged Man

So it has been said
To live the life of a man
Is to show no feeling



But I pose these questions
Who has said this? 
For with this person 
I wish to converse
And where is it written? 
Guide me in that direction



Across the expanse of time
Man has endured his many roles: 
Hunters on the prairies
Devoted disciples to their Messiahs
Fighting gladiators in Roman arenas
Mighty pharaohs adorned and worshipped
Protectors of the home
Victors over the battlefield
Cowboys during the wild west
Bikers in the desert terrain



We have filled our assigned duties
But somewhere along the way
In the evolution of man
Some translation has went astray……………………………………..




                                             (pause)  



Come closer………………………………………………




                                               (pause)  




And hear a man breeaatthh
Pace your head upon my chest
Listen to my heart thummppp
Slice my skin
Watch the blood slowly oozzzeee
Burden my back
And surely it will snaaapp



Give me a chance and you will see
I have muscles
But a heart as well
Man is not of stone
But of flesh and of bone



I will wrap my arms around you
To provide safety and warmth
But where will I turn in time of need? 
And never, never, let them see you cry



Remember, 
To gaze upon a rugged man
Is to see the hair on his face
Sweat on a creased forehead
And a will that won’t break



But consider for a moment, 
Seeing beyond what you have
Been conditioned to see
Look past the exterior 
Into the depths of his soul, 
You will see what I see



So I ask again, 
Who said that a man
Has no feeling? 
Where is it written?

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Dark November (Intro For Kneel To Your Conscience Poem)

I was left unemployed and penniless
As a result of vicious rumors
Circulating about the work place
Based on mere lies over drug abuse
They claim it was attendance
I know better, so do you 
Now, a once promising and bright career
Has become an unforeseen dark spiral
The obstacle has been removed
Enjoy the promotion that should 
Have been mine
How can you show no remorse? 

November 12, 

Three years of matrimonial bliss
Suddenly came crashing down around me
When approached by an enraged spouse
Casting accusations of infidelity
Try as I will, 
The name was withheld as to where this knowledge
Was acquired, but I shall always know
The originator being you
My whole world shattered
As if numerous slithers of broken glass
Came toppling down upon me

Slicing and piercing every inch of
Of my heart and soul
And with the withering of every              
Blissful memory, each cloud now 
Has been cloaked in a morbid shade of black, 
A warm bottle of whiskey had become my confidant
And temporary solace on lonely nights
While I fantasize over exacting 
Some form of retribution down upon you
Well, enjoy my ex-wife since you thirsted after her
For so long, I wonder, how someone could
Have no conscience whatsoever? 

November 23, 

You had to be number one
In father’s eyes at all times
So, you had to tell him that his
Oldest daughter has a girlfriend
Not that there is anything
Wrong with that, just dad’s old school ways
Why did you have to betray my trust? 
Will you stop at nothing to obtain what you want? 

November 27, 
Three different people
Tragically wounded by someone whom
Shows no mercy, as well as no regrets, true I am not 
A vindictive person at heart, but is there no penance
For this shallow unfeeling individual? 

(This piece of writing is an intro leading into the poem
Kneel to your conscience)

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That Haunting Lavender

Sebastian is gone
The spirit of Alexandra is still there
Her haunting aroma of lavender
Still lingers through the dark silent rooms

The couple did not know
what they were in for
when they rented 
the old apartment

Sharon noticed first
Shadows that hoverd in corners
Noises came from nowhere
And a pungent scent of lavender 
Saturated the air

Sebastian stayed busy writing
An aspiring author
His goal- to produce a bestseller
The spirit watched him from the shadows
As he worked endeless  hours
Creating a literary masterpiece
The young writer could feel a suttul presecnce
ANd that intoxicating scent of lavender
Found its way into his sense of his smell

However, 
Tensions flared between Sharon and the specter
More baffling noises
Restless nights and unsettling dreams
A plae face appears  on the television screen
Her favorite bookshelf collapses
Incessant scratching on the walls
Causing hair to stand erect on arms
A rival in spirit form was ever present
Someone had to go

And it just so happened upon one day
Sharon was out shopping 
Warm water gushed over his face 
As erotic visions of the red haired 
Apparition found their way into his thoughts
The young writer began to gratify himself sexually
Until reaching an orgasm
That haunting smell of lavender 
Rapidly overcame him
Yes, he knew she was watching

Six months later, 
Sharon and Sebastian paretd ways
The novel became a bestseller
which led to: 
Brand new house
The fancy car
A sure promising career
With a fresh perspective on life
And a pack of unopened lavender incense
That has never been lit

The book itself being based on Alexandra
Her life of wanting recognition
Yet never recieving it
Sebastian achieved  after her death
What she could not accomplish in life

There always remained that desire 
To revert back to the place
Where the smell of lavender bewitched him
if only  one time
He had to see that house again..................

Wintertime now, 
The young novelist found himself
Passing through old familiar territory
On a cool Tuesday afternoon
Sebastian gazed up to a window
In a still vacant apartment 
Where it all began
Flakes of snow ascended down upon his hair and face

That haunting smell of lavender
Would never be forgotten
He could feel her peering out 
At him through the old bedroom window
The apparition wandered when Sebastian would return

Someday......................................................................................

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Truth Against Deception (Intro Trenchant Sword of Deception)

Your day is fast approaching

With every deceitful lie
My sword of truth sharpens

All the manipulation you have employed
Has only allowed this blade to glimmer
Even more so

My devotion to the truth
Has given birth to a sword 
That allows no tolerance for deception

Do you hear my weapon sharpening? 

Upon the sound of truth in your ears
All those cunning smiles shall be abolished

The smugness if victory through deceit
Shall fly asunder as you gaze upon this blade
Of undying truth throughout years of treachery

Deep within yourself resides an uneasiness
An ever growing fear for that moment
When all your malevolent works
Shall be brought to light

Are you prepared for the battle?

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Forever In the Sky

The sky is free.
It's essence calls to me
On a warm sunny day.



I gaze in awe at the vast expanse
Of this heavenly spectacle above
As my spirit speaks 
In marvel over this breathtaking creation



When the wind starts to blow
I already know
It is within the sky
Forever will I soar



A storm approaches over the day.
Still I do not delay
In my yearning to be one with the air



I take a deep breath 
And in flows life
What a natural high.
Body is on the ground
But mind and spirit are in the sky.



Onward the wind will blow.
And when it's time to die
My spirit shall remain eternal
in the sky.



What will that be like?

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Father, Mother, Destiny

I forgive you mother and father
For your mistakes
Will I be forgiven for mine? 
They say the sins of the parents
Shall be visited upon the children
So they have visited
And I embraced them 
In times of uncertainty
And ran from them in
In moments of clarity

Surely as the stone goes rolling
Down a steep slope
I too have fallen
And landed on bottom
Only to  brush myself off
To attempt yet another perilous climb
A venture to the top
Where I truly believed
Love and safety could be found
In a parents embrace

Destiny however had another plan
Because I continued to ignore
What the universe had in store
So I climbed
And so I fell

Perhaps it was my own pain
That kept me trying in vain
For I could not foresee
That you suffered as well
How could offer something
That you were never given? 

The flowers will not bloom
Without the water 
But what if you never received the water
To give in the first place? 
Now I understand mother and father

                                                                
                                               (pause)  




Fixate over what cannot be changed
Bang your fists on stone
It is your hands that will bruise
Scream to the moon 
Yell to the stars
Until your voice weakens
Drink yourself into oblivion
To suffer a sobering reality

Inflict your soul 
With the blade of self-hatred
Ultimately your heart alone will ache
So you will climb
And so you shall fall

Although I will no longer
Try to take
Clearly what cannot be given
Your love and safety
Always will be hungered for

But I have become a spiritual warrior
Amid a world full of harsh realities
And self serving persons
I have learned to give myself
The water for the flowers

Love can still be ascertained
The outside is cold
But the inside is warm
And in here
I found what lay dormant
Waiting to spring forth

Now the inevitable time has arrived
To put the burning question to rest
What would life have been like with you? 
The universe apparently has another design


                                                        (pause)  



Perhaps in the next life
On another world
In some other time
There will be a new plan

In the meantime
Let go and stop ascending
An unattainable hill
From which you will fall
Yes, the pain will still survive
But it is love for myself
That gives me the strength to be alive

So I forgive you mother and father
For your mistakes
All that I ask in return
Is forgive me for mine
For I too am only human

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Beyond Logic Another Reality

Through the piercing silence of the night
Echoes the soul grasping sound
Of the ethereal howling of a pack of wolves
Their song is carried across the air
Over the tree tops to a place of forever

The full moon glows an aura of wonderment
Wolves wail to this celestial body in honor of it
Metaphorically, they are attempting to connect
With ideas that lie dormant in the subconscious
Just below the surface

Like undisturbed stones that nestle comfortably
In the sand upon the apex of a smooth flowing river
Always there but obstructed from view
What secrets reside within us
Waiting to be discovered? 
For it is in sleep the unconscious whispers to us, 
Shall we lie quietly and listen? 

If you don’t cross the bridge
You will never know what’s on the other side
So, if we were not meant to eat
There would be no hunger
Therefore the subconscious must serve a purpose
Who says that logic is the only reality? 





I have awakened, to feast my eyes
Upon a gigantic sphinx
Silently it observes me and smirks
A sly, cunning smile masking
Its many mysteries and knowledge
What secrets will be revealed
To me on this night if I listen? 

A vast bonfire blazes, and as it cackles
The flames reach above to the star filled sky
Surrounded by spectators, I see a fox, and a coyote
As a glimmering golden hawk accompanied by
A mystical red phoenix encircle the sight, uttering
Words of wisdom, which spread over the ocean of
Canyons creating an echo in which the mountains
Respond in unison, surely there is a message here

Each brilliant star suddenly transposes itself into lines
Of letters, I gaze in awe at the wondrous words
Glittering like silver beads stretching the expanse of
The universe, all unfamiliar, yet tantalizing, languages
From ages ago, no longer spoken, however readily co-existing
Along side modern speech and thought, what may I learn
If I were to study these ancient gems of communication? 

Therefore, 
I am ready to fly with the essence of the night
Begin a quest into another realm
Of human awareness
Seeking out words and ideas
To bring back




For it is here that thoughts originate
A journey into the other side of myself
Where logic has no relevance
And imagination has no limitations
As the pirate who prepares to unearth
A buried treasure

Okay kill the lights
Close your eyes
Prepare for take-off

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Father's Voice

(Don't take what you have for granted)    



I found myself sitting in a park
One evening approaching dark



While observing a retiring sun
Slowly slipping into the horizon



My thoughts began to wander
Over a dad that was never had



When I heard a father raise a voice to his son
My thoughts suddenly went asunder



The little boy frowned
As these words I found



Young man, if only you knew
I would give up a year



To be able to hear
My father's voice



For you have experienced
What some can only imagine 



So don't be sad
Go to bed glad



Sleep warm and know
There is safety all around



Wake up tomorrow grateful
Look at your father and smile



And know that nothing
Can compare to or measure to him



He is a pillar of safety and refuge
For you, that man would lay down his life



(Don't take what you have for granted)    



And when you are grown
Sitting in a park one day like me



Look back on what forever you'll own
A priceless experience



Oh little boy, 
How I long to tell you these things



(Don't take what you have for granted)