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A Shelter We Build

I watch spring bud from my window.

I watch my life go by without a flicker of hope from my window.

I watch summer blossom from my window.

I watch and wonder why from my window.

I watch autumn turn to a spectrum of color from my window.

I watch as time starts to die from my window.

I watch autumn fade from red and orange 

to winter white from my window.

I watch as I die from my window.




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The Vessel of Life

The brain is an ever changing vessel filled with first 
impressions, truths and lies of what life gives and also 
takes away. 

It is a vessel filled with hope, regret sadness and joy a place of 
learning yearning forever's and goodbyes. 

The mind delivers tragedies break ups make ups illusions 
confusion love of what there is and what there’s not. 

Hope and sadness sorrow pain as we go through life looking for 
some type of gain walking on our heals one step ahead but one 
step back lost like spitting into the wind. 

We strive, connive and play our cards and what is shown is what 
lie, all for a glimpse of what is ours. 

The vessel drains then it fills overflows gives us thrills, it beats 
our heart and pumps the blood it gives us life. Is that 
understood? 

Yet we abuse infuse but try not to lose our way so we can stick 
around another day to play the game of life for which we pay.


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A Moment

I watch the Finches fly float flutter dive 
across the field they chirp and sing 
yellow in color they dot the tops 
of the thistle among other natural things
making scalloped patterns as they glide 
gracefully moving through the sky
a tiny moment from the day that
helps  my troubles fade away.



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In a Whisper

The winds whisper stories through the 
pines, and as the scent of evergreen and 
fallen leaves waken our noses, we climb.
With beautiful views of a lake far below, 
we become entangled in a story we do not know. 
We ascend farther into the dark 
and shadowed wood that now 
surrounds us, our ears abruptly filled 
with the  sound of rushing water, we 
emerge and are witness to the 
most beautiful sight we have ever seen, 
water appears as if out of nowhere 
and falls for what seems forever crashing 
over rocks, creating white pockets of foam 
and spirals of deep blue.   Yes, the winds do
whispers stories through the pines, 
watching, listening as our lives go by.





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Shooting Diamond

As the bright sky begins to fade, I see the sun in shades 
of yellow, orange, blue, and gray. 

Why is this atmospheric achievement so grand,
as the colors spread joy and hope across the land?

Each day we see this spectacle, an explosion of truth. 
We may find another to share our thoughts, as we
watch this astonishing drama take root.

The sky now black, as diamonds appear, sparkling and 
shooting through the atmosphere. With infinite chances 
for our heart to take flight, we fall in love by the 
glow of moonlight.

In this world of confusion, struggle and strife, we should 
all hope for our own shooting diamond of light.

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Longing

I loved you long ago and I can see your face - it glows. 
A photo maybe? Or a scene extracted from a play?
With love, I remember those days.

We sat, we talked, we laughed,
we loved, not in the physical sense, but we both
knew what we had done.

I don’t know where you are, what you’ve done or
where you live, but I would really love to
do what we once did.



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Bound By Death

Time can not be ours.

All moments become worn.

Are we bound by death? 

Have we come to die
as the water calm? Will our hearts be 
still as the days are long?

Do we leave behinds behind to begin at endings end?

To feel our lives born again, will we throw away lost 
memories of how it could have been?

We are bound by death.

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My Secret

There is a secret I keep that I will never share, 
one that I keep locked in my heart. 

This is a secret that I alone know. 

It is heart, it is soul, this secret I bear. 

It is the beginning and it is the end, 
it makes my life worth the time that I spend. 

Without it I would be lost in a sea of turmoil and strife, 

I would never be able to go on with my life. 

You see this secret creates a vacuum 
of sorts, it draws in life and keeps me on course. 

Along with the troubles we all must endure, 
I find myself smiling at my secret demure. 

For with the power of my secret I will live 
my life, undaunted, enriched full of love, 
contentment and spice. 

My secret will always make sure 
I get through, the secret you see, 
I call her my wife.

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Cafe Thought

It was a small intimate cafe where he sat, pondering the 
questions of life. For some they would never experience 
things that he had discovered in his.

As another sip of coffee trickled down his throat. A 
women nodded as she walked by, he nodded 
back in his cordial way.

His head turned, he looked out the window framed in 
dark  green drapes, and people returned his glance as 
they sauntered by.

Another day in the lives of so many he thought, as 
another minute ticked by. He watched like a 
movie the lives out the window who had no 
idea, hadn’t a clue.

As another sip of coffee trickled down his throat, a bell 
rang out disturbing the conversational flow within
the cafe, the door had opened and another patron 
entered and nodded as they walked by.

His coffee gone, he placed his chin on his fist, elbow on 
the table, like the thinker, he looked out that window 
with its dark green drapes, cozy and warm.

Today was yesterday and tomorrow today as he realized 
he had no clue as to why, when, 
where or who. 

The answers no closer, he would come back tomorrow, 
to ponder the questions of life once more. To nod to the 
patrons as they came through the door.


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Tragedy #1 and Counting

He cries sitting, waiting, I don’t know why, sad I guess.

Tears seem to follow the path of the one before, as stray drops 
of sadness dare to go their own way down his cheeks, 
dropping aimlessly to the floor.

Its Thursday, almost the end of the week, he should be glad the 
end of the week is arriving like the week before.

He can’t jar loose a picture stuck in his head, it continues to 
bounce off the inner surface of his skull, as 
he sits crying on the edge of his bed.

Life has given him much, but taken away more. While a clock 
ticks loudly from its mount on the wall. He thinks about the               
drawer, and thinks again.

A stray thought hits him, that he is getting way to skinny.

Where did that come from? He didn’t know. 

Memories become garbled and nothing seems true, while tears 
keep falling as he opens the drawer, pulls out a gun and falls to 
the floor.   


© 2010 Charles Dennis