Time Waves Poems

A rose hasn't a heart without its core. 
A house is dark without windows.
A tree grows leaves again after they died.
A meadow has green grass,...

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Waves of knives 
piercing through the barriers 
their judgement
infecting the defenses 
built up over time
claiming that's what they see, 
unknowing the backlash it will bring...

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I am a river, my heart an ever-changing stream.
Ripples cleanse my soul, and so joy reigns in me supreme.
As a redwood stands through seasons of...

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Thinking
of you,
of a time
before the blood of grapes,
in tides of red,
erodes
the tombolo*
of us.

Wondering
if the past 
in the future,
flowing over
like a disordered rogue wave,
deposits swashmarks
in the...

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Is that the ocean? Can this be true
That I'm sitting on a beach with you?
If not, please dream don't go away
Keep me here another day

And...

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it's like surfing; 
over lifetimes I can't 
remember, but
carrying little pieces
over, adding new drops
to sugary, rolling waves, 
falling, riding; shouting
occasionally at the devil
or you when...

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From precipice of memories, flashbacks nostalgic billow,
Thinking of you as I ruminate, adoring the views below,
Where waves oceanic dance, leaping on windy tempos,
Propagating ambitions of...

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I walk bare feet along the beach,
The waves come rushing to greet me,
They play hide and seek with my feet,
And challenge me to enjoy my...

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In the blinded moments,
Before the mist rises over the tumbling surf…
Blueness tempting awake my dreams,
A heartbeat from the flaming blaze,
Sunshine pouring through the clusters of...

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 Climate summer shifts solstice wind burn sees
Time earliest sunrise and sunset breaths 
 Radiant hot temp blistering heats weaves
 Happens longest days the years...

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From the shores, I look into the waves 
Her offing colors become my raves 
The water goes - oh so deep
My continuing gaze goes within...

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BEGINING, none that I perceive;
where that dot in time
where the dot or seed,
where the trigger
and the stripey tiger
that leaps ahead of itself?

Then

the linear sprouting’s
along an...

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Written: July 1st, 2023
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Sublime blue wings made of limestone
Soften your glide in the wind calm zone.
Flying low over the coast in search of prey.
Salted treats...

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SOUL BIRTH : 71 HORSTLEY STREET, DISTRICT SIX

Swathed in golden fleece 
White light dancing
Cigarette smoke twirls
Waters break and gush
Bright as the nearby ocean
To say hello...

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