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The Gift Most Precious

The aging, moss covered markers exist as tributes
testaments of life past
living lives in a different moment
 
 All that I feel was felt before 
love, pain, joy ,fear
drifting through time, passion that is life

Too soon must I relinquish this precious gift
given but for a while
Beauty so rare it cannot be contained

 Although I must bow before time ,life is eternal
My stone shall be a testament,
"Weep not, for I was given the gift most precious"

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Inconsolable I

Walking the streets no one around
almost a sense of loneliness
 Sun beaming down, a car passes with no particular destination
Hollow stares from the back seat, soulless ,zombie like being 
fades into the heat and dust
 With hands in pockets I stroll
watching the tiny dust devils spring up and die just as quickly
 A fly seems desperate for company following me
buzzing, circling, maybe curiosity ,as people seldom visit anymore
 Passing by the diner, no longer do the smells linger on the breeze
 Building after building,boarded windows, remnants of a once virile town,
now reveal all too plain the decay and rot that permeates
Every building with it's own personality,
filled with ghosts laughing and singing from a different time
Were they ever really here?
The sun now to my back I walk on

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Dance of the Wood Sprites

Dance of the Wood Sprites
 
One late night I was staying in the forest 
when i heard what sounded like singing 
fire crackling and bells ringing 

I decided to see what it was 
so I quietly climbed the hill 
What I saw next gave me a chill 

Wood sprites dancing merrily 
in the full moonlight were they 
about a knee high I would say 

Curious I crawled to take a closer look 
They were dressed all in leaves and fur 
Must be dreaming i thought my head in a blur 

Round and round the fire they went 
carrying spears bows and such 
others in trees numbering much 

War dance ,celebration ,I could not say 
noticing one that seemed to lead 
from a tiny book he began to read 

Chanting over and over again 
Was it a song or was it a spell 
words spoken over again I couldn't tell 

Up from my belly I sprang 
to turn and run away 
The tree before me started to sway 

The creature leaped and landed 
right before my feet 
another and another the song changed beats 

Bows were drawn spears pointed too 
Angry looks on their faces 
up around me fire in blazes 

Taken to the leader forced to my knees 
he then spoke in some unknown tongue 
I noticed a rope from a tree it hung 

Slipped around my neck oh so tight 
Hands bound and tightly tied 
Free myself I couldn't over and again i tried 

As the moon slipped slowly over the hill 
the night darkened faded to black 
I awoke at my site I was back 

The sun now shown 
what a beautiful day 
All a dream I'd have to say 

Packing my gear ready to leave 
when i felt a tiny cut on my ear 
Was it from a tiny wood sprite spear?

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One True Friend

My friend I am glad to see you
talking to someone helps so much
I didn't know what else to do
so comforting is your touch

No one else understands me quite like you
my existence fading ,I can't go on 
not knowing what shall prove true
as I live this con

All this pain is just too great
it must stop this day
So many seem so full of hate
why must it be this way

The bottle and you are all I need
the bottle gives me strength 
upon your words I feed

Are you sure this is the action I must take
you're right I must be strong
for me will any hearts break
and why do I feel so wrong

unbending in your words
I am now fully convinced
with none of my pleas heard
I have spoken with no one since

Tears now, they should not weep
my soul is wonderfully lifted
for eternity I will sleep
I truly am so gifted

I am grateful for you 
my cold steel friend
pulling your trigger
and welcoming the end.....

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The Lonely Road

Lights on the cars startle me 
as they whiz by to their hurried destinations. 
The summer night air is warm and the pale stars 
seem to be begging for anyone to notice them .

As I walk along I can't help but notice the blue glow 
coming from inside each house I pass. 
Somehow it makes me feel more alone, somber 
with no past ,no future I am only here at this moment .
The night casts strange shadows not only within the trees 
but within myself .

How did I arrive at such a lonely place, what path ultimately 
lead me here ? 
The realization runs a chill up my spine. 
Not for my life present but for all I desired to be 

This darkness is within as well. 
Devouring me or maybe I wish it would. 
May it be so. 
Forgotten or perhaps never known in the beginning, 
yes that is my wish. 

Looking toward the heavens I begin to pray, 
let it be so 
Remove me from all that is ,was and will be .
Erase my very existence 
I have nothing. 
I am nothing. 
I have failed you. 

Waiting for a reply,perhaps in vain, 
only rain

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A Quiet Reminder

On a gusty day, the wind in my hair
a baby's smile she's willing to share
 The air so fresh after a storm
my mothers advice when I'm torn
 The gentle nuzzle of a family pet
a cool glass of tea so cold so wet
 A soft snow on a quiet night
returning home to see a light
The lingering smell of your perfume
as I stand and watch the waning moon
 Listen closely you'll hear it too
there are many ways to say, "I love you"

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Essence Immortal

Surely it was taken from me, stolen as I lay deep in slumber
for I hardly possess any of the reward
 Just as a child awakens on Christmas morn I entered into this world
only to feel, as night falls and sleep beckons, the moment all too soon gone
 Time, an ally to the executioner, methodically marches me toward the gallows
ticks of a clock seem as drum beats
 Awaiting my destiny, only hope can now release me from these shackles I bear
 When time allotted has expired, when but dust, forgotten by most, may my strokes caress the heart and sweeten the blooms
A rebirth woven into every strand experienced newly by each soul opening their hearts
This is the essence of immortality

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Please Wait

Please Wait 

For you I long tearing my very soul 
no more a man am I 
but an empty shell of what I once was 

wait for me in yonder lands 
i can only hope 
for i come to you in time allowed 

hands and knees I'll crawl 
through thorns and thickets 
wade mire and stench if need be 

no horse can travel swift enough 
no wing shall fly high enough 
i come to you enveloped in love 

wait for me under the tree 
your heart making it grow 
shining as a fallen star 

for there i shall see you 
in all your splendor 
all that together we are

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A Creation Evolving

A Creation Evolving 


Perfection given,perfection lost 

Corrupted, flawed ,exiled 

With all he can carry 

he sets out full of hope and ideas 

only to repeatedly end this journey 

beaten and weak, yet he continues 

This is man.

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Poet Laureate

If words are thoughts made manifest, humanity then a poem long ago written
only the poet knowing the design
 Tragic or joyous, all things rest in his hands 
for once the word is constructed creation is realized ending fulfilled