blue moon
a stranger
twice met
With calloused fingers, and ink-stained hands,
A poet prepares for battle.
Searching for the calm in the storm,
Paused, poised, and still.
A deep breath in.. a long exhale;
Their pen becomes a weapon.
The power it wields, undeniable;
It spills truths, immeasurable:
The blood of a shattered Nation.
The pen: a weapon; a battle-cry.
Rallying masses to follow its lead.
Demanding justice, answers, and equality.
The poet, constructing, and carefully crafting;
Their words, building momentum.
Lighting a beacon, leading us all -
Towards a beautifully rare Rebellion.
you have a glow about you
that is beyond earthly beauty
one of sincerity
of love and honesty
of kindness and simplicity
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light green f i d d l e h e a d s
coil tightly,
reaching towards ~
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You’re the kind of beautiful that feels like it belongs in a poem — soft, powerful, unforgettable. You’re the kind of person that makes others believe in magic again — not the kind in fairy tales, but the real kind, the kind that lives in rare hearts like yours. You have this way of making everything feel okay, even when it’s not. I don’t know how you do it, but when you listen, when you just are you — it’s like the whole world slows down and for once, I can actually breathe. You don’t just hear me — you understand me. And that’s rare. You’re rare.
World's made up of mostly good people
Except for the lunatic fringe
Sorry we can't just get rid of these jokers
These yahoos have come unhinged!
Send 'em away to some distance galaxy
Far, far away from us guys
Let 'em infect some other civilization
We've had it right up to our eyes!
It's a dream I know, they'll still be around
When we finally close up shop
But the last to go will be us poets for sure
We'll utter the very last thought!
World's made up of mostly good people
Except for the lunatic fringe
My question is why must it be this way
Why are these guys so unhinged?
It was midnight at noon,
Or so it seemed.
A very sunny day,
Just minutes before.
In came the wind,
And that was when
Clouds like a curtain
Were drawn across the sun.
Darkness invaded the light,
And for a brief few minutes,
Rain poured with a mighty fall.
The sudden appearance of rain
Caused neither flood nor pain;
And just as suddenly, the rain also
Ceased, giving way to that sunny day.
I attest to the rarity of rain like that;
And 40 years removed from that rainy
Scene has not erased that rainy memory.
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If an evergreen
Loses all its pines like leaves...
Soon I shall observe
Rare sight red birds descending
From branches then onto twigs.
How I long to see me
on a walk of possibilities
a journey of rarity
a world of no worries
wide opening the gates of boundaries
the mind lines crossing
the heart chambers stretching..
***
Set on the branch of my heart
rest with your Love
feel home and feed soul
My senses I would close
My mind I would set loose
A sweet surrender
the Self wings carefree..
***
How I long to dream of me
detached as I could be
One and only me!
sweet and true be!
No sound
dares a quiet mind
or mutes a heart’s glee..
Like a black diamond,
I shine ever so brightly.
Like a black diamond,
Brilliantly cut,
With pristine clarity,
I am a rarity.
Like a black diamond,
I shine ever so brightly.
Everyone, a bit bipolar be;
It is the nature of our planet.
If you do not with this fact agree,
Just go upon the Web and scan it.
The strange duality of humans –
As all the shrink-ologists well know –
Can make of us a bunch of Truman’s –
Each our own comedy-drama show.
If it sometimes seems a bit too cray,
Worry not – thank the stars above you.
Never feel that you have lost your way;
Friends, family, dog, will always love you.
Endearing words of mine piling in confusion
A soul dropping ink hither and thither in profusion
The muse of beauty denies my pen the spell
Gems of rarity out glow and strive against the shell
Voice of poetry, echo of my life
Compose your note and mind strife
Euterpe, Muse of music delight me bestow
Words of soul, inhale harmony and through flute flow
Amazed, my heart pounding on ebony and ivory
Enchanted, I take a bow in ecstasy.
I was shut up and locked down when you met me The fire in me was slowly fading as I warmed the pews
Your reckless outreach arrested and captured my heart Your selflessness rekindled and restored the best in me
I was happy to make your aquaintance I am often consoled by your remembrance
I will always regard and treasure your friendship I will forever embrace and value our relationship
The likes of you are rare, as so many have forgotten how to care You have lit the torch of many, who from you, are learning to share
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rarity whets the mind
showers creep through fog
slowly descending
January 5th, 2014
The first time Tennessee's seen snow since..
Hell, I can't even remember
When I noticed the crystalline powder cocooning my car
I went into the front yard
And felt the crunching of dead grass under my shoes
I scooped up a handful of snow
And placed it on my tongue
I let it melt
And run down my throat slowly
I lay down
And let snowflakes collect in my hair
And let my hands go numb
And let my heartbeat slow
I understood what it was whispering to me
"I come very rarely
So let yourself mold
Into my icy embrace"
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