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The West

Cattle rolled tracks
Straw sacks
Migrants rode lonely
Lonesome rhythm in sound
Landless –

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King

Cannibals gather,
for the feast of knowledge,
devouring themselves,
in games of fire & instinct.
In desperation,
lost kings search for the King,
anointed in love.
Shepard’s forked tongues,
breed wounded warriors.
Share me not in the
bounty of bitter roots,
and darkened dreams.
Cleanse me in Lamb’s blood.
Set me free. . .

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Prison

Prison walls are black
Violence and pain inside
Never to be free

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Another Window

Standing at my kitchen window,
silver maples dot my neighbors lawn.
I imagine in a different space and time,
peering through another pane of glass —
in a nursing home seeing birds eat a worm,
or a jail cell watching lives roll by on a train.
Life moves fast; things change
by the click of the clock.
Fire.
Flood.
Death.
Soon, I’ll be looking out one more 
window; see my reflection and wonder,
"Who is that strange fellow looking back at me?"
Wrinkles, double chin, gray hair... it scares me to think 
about looking out another window,
especially if mine is the only reflection that I see...

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Box of Hope

Baseball cards
a rubber band,
an 1894 Indian head penny

the aroma of cheap tobacco
filled the bottom of an old cigar box
my box of dreams where no one else could go

when I was grown the box became a distant memory,
I had forgotten the magic of dreams-cynical adulthood

in Hollywood I was sure that I was home

only to find a pink slip and a plane ticket 

my depression black as a moonless night

I lived inside this tube of insanity
where nothing made sense 
I felt like dying

snorting cocaine 
to take away the pain-growing thin

I lost control of my life once again
gazing through teary eyes I saw it...

my box of dreams

when I opened it I found a time capsule

baseball cards
a rubber band
and that 1894 Indian head penny

the box still wafting old tobacco
from 30 years past filled my nostrils

my life was not full of hope anymore
just the agony of knowing

how I wished that I could start over
one more feeble attempt at life

eventually I fell asleep
I had a dream that it was all a terrible mistake 
my war wounds
drug addiction all passed away
in my unconscious mind…

when I awoke

I felt a moment of Peace…
of hope

Dedicated to Rhoda Galgiani

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Modern Day Pioneer

Enlightened by a crumbling society
True knowledge excites the spirit
Projected Disembodiment ~~Soar~~
A thin web of light encases earthen madness--
Dancing with the dead
Ancestors of yesteryear
Tribal rituals—warriors--
Attractions to molten heat & Survival--
have we learned enough this trip to the brain
 “O” majestic one?

You have the answer
To unlock what is known & the key
To unlock in between--
        Arise !

My child & be who you know you can be—
Many centuries before in a dream-

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Fragile Perception

Internal children
Condemned for existence
Blazon desires for love--
Purgatory within emotional walls of fury—

Sweet sacred adoration cracks my golden crypt--
Your depth soothes my tormented heart--
Vicariously accepting the worlds bleeding demons—

~Through your fiery eyes EVIL has banished~

Your passion is my kingdom…

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Shallow

You should be an interior
decorator in an insane asylum

your colors don't match
your words don't match

I see your mouth move
but it drones vanilla

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Horses In Beverly Hills

Concrete bedroom w/ lights & sound.
People gather across wet streets --
The click of a women’s heel --
Many clicks like horses trotting.
Herds of clunking mares fighting
for the prize.

Recognition in being the first horse
across the finish line
The first blue suit from Calvin Klein.

Our country is at war.
Kids are dying!

I know those things but do you know
when the Rolex store closes?

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Jephetto

I was brought up in 
shadows

parents vacant

a ghostly father
mostly heard

Mom said: “later”

pain & confusion was my legacy
Living broken was my creed

spending life times in counseling 
just longing to find Jephetto

the one that fixes broken toys…

miraculously found in Christ