Child Introspection Poems

Balance is difficult for me -- 
generally leaning one way 
or the other

if not oscillate
more apt to choose that
additional cold beer, 

wanting to capture sunset

squeeze...

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I need not travel far
to sense God’s nearness --  
the trill of His many
lyrical voices – Surely
the oriole knows same
intimacy; as does every
petal on...

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A thief, a murderer, an arsonist
Before all these I was someone’s child
An embezzler, a liar, a con artist
Before all this I had big hopes and...

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I wish I had...
      the power to change
      a broken man's circumstances. 
  ...

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I soar high above the mountains touching every elusive peak
carrying white fluffy clouds on my back, unhinged and free
The parched lands look up to me...

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I am colored gold
Found in the fire
I am of the all-consuming fire
A crown of His glory
A child of Israel

I am hide from myself
All I see...

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Clothes hang prickly and wild—
The kind diamond smell of her
Spreads in a blocked out sky's room,
Faint earth in bursting skeleton bones.

The kind diamond smell of...

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As the door's brass knob aches—
Where winter season holders twist;
A new bloom in her child's frame—
Outside in my heart throb away.

Where winter season holders twist,
By...

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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
...

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Of Gunas three, Tamas holds sway,
cajoling consciousness to rest,
though the child in us wants to play,
of zest and zeal we’re dispossessed.

Heart contracted and soul’s stance...

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"There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done.
One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow, so 
today...

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Snow's mysteries withheld in a caress cloud sky— 
For only she knows her swirling mimes fear melt;
Mercury rigid, cold— night child feels no breath;
Surely there's...

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It seems the rain is coming fast for me again—
The winter ice is drenched with more space to freeze;
Before and behind shadows, the clouds blind...

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"Bat Crazy 5"


Some say

she was batsh** crazy
life hits the windscreens 
in the labyrinth of life
that way

the foot remains pinned
to the metal, fast to the floor
full...

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The story of my life is wild;
New interests suddenly sprout 
outdated habits get tossed out;
Focus sharpens as the years pass
 led by an internal compass;...

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