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Quiet Forest

In a strange town, with strange plants,
sit I, on an old brown fence.
The light would show, if it had a chance,
but alas, the darkness is too dense.

Giant creatures fly overhead,
on this dark day, of a medieval place.
This forest teeming, but in silence, dead,
the trees so thick there's no time, nor space.

But now, there can be heard a faint tune,
coming from every direction, to my ears.
This quiet song, to the beautiful moon,
carries me deeper, despite my fears.

Into the brush, I timidly creep,
the sounds get louder, the image clear.
A giant lily, holds the answers I seek,
the air gets heavy, and filled with cheer.

After climbing the lily, I reach the top,
and playing the tune, is a plump little troll.
Seeing this sight, I suddenly stop,
happiness penetrates to my heart and soul.

This little man, caused me to smile,
I decide to sit, and enjoy the sound.
The dark starts to fade, after awhile,
as if it seeped, into the ground.

10/26/09

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One Small Rock

One small rock holds the key to life,
in the rock is a very humble, little crack.
Yes the crack is tiny, but no matter,
for it was cut with wisdoms knife.

The life it holds is one small seed,
but without water in cannot grow.
The lone rock lies where it will not rain,
it begs for just one drop, that's all it will need.

The thirsty seed lies within the rock for days,
and not one drop of rain will fall.
But one day on comes a rabbit,
who stops by the rock to grase.

The rabbit see's the dying seed,
she starts to cry not knowing why it can't grow.
But as she cries a tear falls from her face,
just one tiny bead.

The seed grows into a brilliant flower of red,
but alas, on rolls summer, then winter.
and with the freezing cold,
the flower shrivels up, and now it is dead.

8/17/09

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Morning Walk of a Bindlestiff

I walk through the brisk morning,
smoking my last cigarett.
The dark is calming to me.
Dogs bark in the nieghbors yard as I pass.

Sucking in the sweet smoke of English tabacco,
letting it flow out of my mouth,
only to suck it back in through my nose.
This early morning world is the one I love.

No other hustling and loud people to annoy me,
except the accasional car that passes by.
It's not hot and miserable,
It's cod and quiet, relaxing.

My cigarett is gone.
People are waking up.
It's getting warmer, and the sun is peeking.
Time for me to go home.

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Oak Tree

I clear my mind,
and chant those enlightened words,
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo,
and this is what I find.

A big oak tree growing in a field of wheat.
It stands tall and strong,
it is my friend,
my mind starts clearing, and the feeling is hard to beat. 

on the ground sprouts flowers,
as time goes by, 
and I chant those words,
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo, for hours.

During the day, 
I sit in the shade of the huge oak tree,
It's my tree, and my time,
but your welcome to come pray with me.

8/29/09

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Fading Meadow

The fog is heavy,
I can see the wisps drifting by
in their melancholy way.
Quiet is all that's present,
my partner in crime.
Eyes skimming the horizon,
my heart beats fast.
Where is this land I walk?
Is it better than what I left?
It must be,
I am here now,
and I feel myself interrupt 
the silence.
My feet beat the ground 
with loud thumps,
cracking the dried leaves.
It's beautiful here. Snapshot.
I take a picture,
and it all fades away.
The peace is gone,
non existent anymore.
I throw the camera, 
the vile machine that ruined it,
and walk home.

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Karma

Three worms were chatting in a tree,
one tells the others his philosophy.
The unknowing two laugh at the speaker,
"do not laugh, I am your teacher."

The two worms call him names and slander his words,
not knowing they just made their death with the birds.
Down swoops the bird who gets one worm, 
the other gets scared and tries to squirm.

"I told you to listen,
but you laughed in my face,
sense you threw back my gift,
you will share the other worms fate."

Karma

8/21/09

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Talk To Me

The dark, damp weather rips at my soul,
it tells me to come and enjoy it.
This great gift from nobody, knocks at my door,
But I'm not answering, because I already know.
I'm out, loving the clouds
that have kissed the ground today.

I walk to the edge of the world,
in my dark, damp Haven.
Where a single tree sits on the 
coast of the pacific.
Under the tree I sit and talk to the weather,
thanking it for being.

It needs not talk for it is mute
and it's actions show all. 
Today it is here for me. Cold.
So I talk to it.
"Thank you for the great weather today"

The wind blows,
it has spoken.

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Beautiful Girl

Those big, beautiful, eyes.
I stare at them and I'm lost in a sea of swirling blue.
Or maybe flying through the clear summer skies.

Does she know the power that those eyes hold?
She'd probably disagree completely,
Even if she was told.

She has no idea how gorgeous she is,
perhaps that's why I love this girl.
Do you think if she reads this she'll know?
I love her, she is my Beautiful Girl.

8/26/09

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The Stark

I float over a hidden empire.
It looks sad, and dark.
Unhappy, i float higher, and higher.
Then suddenly, there appears a stark.

It is brilliant, and glowing white.
It is flying with me, by my side.
It looks glorious, in all its might!
It says, "fallow me, Il be your guide."

"You can talk?", I ask in return.
"Don't speek, just fallow.", says he.
I don't know yet, but theres much to learn.
So I ask, "Where are we?".

He will not reply, did he not hear?
He just looks at me, with a grin.
Now we are close, and the city is clear.
We get closer, and closer, as I fallow him.

"Here we are", he says, grabbing my hand.
This is where I live, and not only that,
It is a great and magical land.
That which is ruled by giants, tall and fat".

"But my fellow stark," ask I,
"where is this place?"
He says, "A land where time passes by,
at a very slow pace."

We walk through the door and to my dismay,
There lies my room, not a magic land.
"I don't see a city, of that which you say!
It's just my room, I don't understand."

I turn around, and the stark is gone.
"What's happened?" I ask myself.
I look out the window, it's nearly dawn.
That's when I notice, a flash on my shelf.

There sits a little wooden stark,
looking tall and happy with glory.
Can this little figure, there in the dark,
hold truth to my wonderful story?

9/10/09

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Rain!

It was the first big rain today,
I woke to hear the comforting,
pit-pat, pit-pat, at my window.

After getting dressed,
we were ready to go get our coffee.
Stepping outside there's an instant smell of fresh pine.

The weather is brisk, my mood is high,
talking of this great wet blanket,
we drive down to the gas station.

Passing us are hundreds of red, green, and yellow lights,
that reflect off the wet roads and cars,
reminding me that Christmas is coming.

Winter is here, and right on time.
Moods are up, people are awake.
This is by far my favorite season.