Introspection Waking Poems

Early light washes over me
and love is an ocean.
I look out the window
as squirrels and sparrows 
hop across the yard and play—
it could be spring
it...

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shadows to light
soft heartbeat
but resting
no one around
tree limbs still
wonders of nothingness
closed eyelids
images linger
beginnings without endings
linger images
eyelids closed
nothingness of wonders
still limbs tree
around one no
resting but
heartbeat soft
light...

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Every morning I wake up
I hope I wake up as someone else
I'm tired of living this life
I'm tired of plastering a smile on my face
When...

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Late at night, caressed by nocturnal howls
I strode across streets of snow
A gentle tune whistled from my pockets
As the frosty breeze kissed my exposed nose

Knee...

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Waking up is dangerous business. 
Killing time, wash the dishes. 
Open the bottle, swallow silence, 
Brainwash the kids, quell defiance. 

Or maybe it’s just me....

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VIETNAM VET SOLDIER'S NIGHTMARE

Another dream –
I could not wake –
Escape from what would follow--
Grasping for a secret word, the letters stark and hollow--
I was trapped...

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Whispers all around me, but I don't see a soul
Feelings of dread and regret consumes my being
Is there some dark spirit around that I'm not...

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To go up you must first go down
To go out you must first go in
To get the picture you must see through it
To understand you...

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Day breaks,
Cold and quiet,
And my heart begs respite,
For fires that burned all now have turned
To ice....

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I was a starving minion, 
questing after the deep highs 
of luscious laughter 
that slip off slumber's linen wings,
pleasantly removed 
from the pain of wanting
what...

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I awoke,
Disoriented,
Lost in time,
Through the magic 
power of dreams,
It's near Christmas,
There's no pine scented tree,
No presents to wrap,
No one to bake cookies for,
Alone,
Except for the...

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Days falling into shallow dreams
I sleep again and fall for empty needs
My movements guided by these strings
I’m stitched to life and I’m dying for some...

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How do your eyes catch me 
those sleepy wee hours 
I stir you 
as a watercolor caricature 
picking through our dismembered socks, 
and shirts that...

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