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Scars That Can't Be Seen

A Wound may hide — beneath the Flesh —
No Surgeon’s hand can find —
It burrows in the quiet Mind —
And leaves the Nerve — behind.

No Mirror tells the fractured Shape —
The World still sees us Whole —
Yet Ghostly Fingers press the Heart —
And haunt the fragile Soul.

The Sun may smile — the Lilac bloom —
The

What I Seen In Skies

I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel
the pain at times
or that it's easy fighting back
tears from eyes
These wells of water helped me
maintain my peace of mind
when buoyancy recognized
the row was heavy
Waves of emotion flow 
with steady lucidity
bringing with them
a bevy of things to 
mention
My levees & crystal clear 
intentions are boundaries
that help me

Let Your Soul Be Seen

I cannot see the essence of thee,
Yet in thy deepest mystery lies reality.
Not with my eyes but with my heart I see,
Truth is inside of me.

The chaos of this illusionary life is blinding,
Yet still unwinding.
Within my inner solitude, I could be finding,
My authentic self is revealing, reminding.

All peace is in wholeness and unity,
Not in living

The Goal That’s Never Seen

They cheer the name before the game,
the brother’s brother takes the field.
The rest play well, their skill the same,
but fate’s already been sealed.

The gifts are passed in quiet ways,
a handshake, promise, knowing smile.
The worthy wait through endless days,
their merit lost in someone’s file.

The ball still rolls, the crowd still roars,
yet justice sits outside the gate.
True

Have You Ever Seen a Rabbit Wearing Glasses?

A rabbit's life, tragically upended
because of the company he befriended - 
where, once, happiness had brimmed,
he grew old, and his eyesight dimmed. 
His brain slowed down like molasses. 
'Twas then I saw him wearing glasses.
So, pitifully, he did implore, 
but the carrot said, "don't darken my door".
In the end, he took the dead man's walk,
led

Either I've Seen You Or I Want To, How Could I Be Mad At That?

The horizon is a blade—
it glints whether I run toward it
or watch it withdraw.
Each dawn splits me open,
spilling a slow trickle of salt,
as if the sea is feeding me to itself,
one grain at a time.

I know the undertow’s handwriting—
it pulls not to drown,
but to measure how far my lungs will stretch.
Even in absence,
the shore presses

Seen Said Sown

Seen Said Sown

Seeds Of Life
Are Everywhere,
At Least From Here
They Are…

In My Eyes
Up My Nose
Crawling On 
Your Skin And
Clothes…

Resilience Somehow
Manifest
Here And
Nowhere Else.

Only Ever 
Realized
By Us…
 
Are You Special Yet?

***

Evidence Of Mass
Extinctions Aren’t 
Really Very Rare…
But Here We Are
And This Time We
Notice…

What More Do You Want?

***

We've Looked From 
End To End
To Find Another
Healthy Womb...

Well, Some-Body Has
Now Some-How

I'VE SEEN IT ALL

I've seen it all
Very crystal clear 
How people 
Judge and condemn 
What they don't understand or can't control.

I've seen it all
Without a blurry vision 
How people spit at you
When you hit the rock bottom.

I've seen it all
The support is small
When you're building 
But very massive 
When you start winning.

I've seen it all 
I keep contemplating

Stable Instability

Ink with all our thoughts compressed

One hand
Four marks
A dream

Words spoken from a mouth once pure

A desire
A hope
To be seen

Our Earth orbits a plasmic star

Yet we pray
We love
We bleed

We love with values unlike one another
We make those choices despite one another
We hold the hands of massive mistakes

In stability
and instability
We’re seen

Applause

You applause the actor
Her harmonious tone
Her play of words
Her triumphs heard

But do you love the stage after the song
The leftover footprints from where it sang along
Atoning for every step that was missed
Retrieving the dust from her accomplishments

The dust from the skill she used to win
The dirt from the shoes that store talent within
She takes a

What I've seen

I have seen the country's turmoil as I've traveled across this land and I've walked empty beaches my feet scorched from the sand I've been so cold and hungry that I could barely stand but I knew I'd always make it through because Jesus holds my hand I've seen the hungry children with so much

The Invitation

Imagine this
An empty chair
And opposite
Another there

You choose to sit
You have a choice
No movement. No whisper.
Just silent voice

You wait a while
You close your eyes
To calm the spinning..
Break bonds. Break ties

Pretty soon
You're feeling seen
Such clarity
Not like a dream

Sat in the dark
Creative light
Invades your soul
Joyful and bright

The shadows 
Are no longer there
No doubt or shame
Just love and care

Everything

The Evidence of Things Not Seen

About my soul, I feel at peace. 
I know that it will make its flight 
to Heaven after that last breath.
In thoughts of Heaven, I delight.

Why am I sure of what transpires
when children of the Savior die?
Can I provide proof positive
that what I hold to is not a lie?

I can declare that I have faith:
“the

Currency of Being Seen

No!
Nobody forgets you.
They just remember themselves more.
It’s not hate,
not truly.
It’s the noise of their lives
that drowns out the quiet of yours.

They don’t sit around
thinking of you.
Not because you don’t matter,
but because their minds
are crowded with unpaid bills,
unfinished dreams,
and mirrors that lie to them, too.

Nobody misses a poor person.
Not out loud.
Not where it counts.
Because poverty makes

Sardine

There once was a sleek silvery sardine
Who dreamed of marrying a svelte eel queen
With his heart ever lurching,
Swimming through seaweed searching
In an olive oiled tin, he was last seen.

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