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Michael Arehart Poem
Black, Latino, and Anglo Saxon
Together as one, my paradise
No animosity, just relaxin’
Free at last, No! Free from the beginning
Words never spoke that’s not our way of living
Sunshine’s and a cool breeze
Respect and a helping hand to the elderly
Thank you’s and yes please
The language of the kiddies
Families in tact, no upper
Lower or middle class
War????
Not in the vocab
Science for advancement
Not the foundation for a meth lab
Smiles not frowns
Giggles
Innocence
God speaks
Natures sounds.
No tension
No disease
No fee to live
In our world of ease
Come sit with me Carol
In the sunshine and the cool breeze
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Her materialism
can not fade my material
what it boils down to
is heart measures people
soul should be ones
soul possession
everything else
considered a blesin'
so next time you look in the mirror
ponder this question
why do you look down on those
you depict as less fortunate?
without all your worldly possessions
you ain't got sh@%
All your overpriced boots
purses, jewelry from Tiffany
has transformed you
into the epitome
of what makes people
look at each other differently
poisoned have you
our world
your kind
always trying to redefine
gods law
that all are created equal
so unless your the sequel
to the resurrection
the only one you need judge
is..... self
find some real sense of direction
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as i look into my eyes
i slip into a black abyss
all i know is we're apart
so i just reminisce
I see your face in my mind
when i shut my eyes
lay, wake, night after night
visions of you and i
she built a wall
but i stand tall
she never contemplated
that my love for you
my life, my world
could not be jaded
the time will come someday
and then you'll see the truth in me
just me for me
how it was she
divided us
one by one
and made us three.....
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With a simple glance
She stole my heart
Subsided all my fears
And granted me serenity
Through the most joyous of tears
Stormy southern night
Wine induced conversation
Thunder coincided with
The beats of my heart
In which she breathed new life
Illuminating the night
Each flash of lightning
Slowly revealed her
Each and every part
It was in this moment
I saw life imitate art
And with a simple glance
She stole my heart…
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oh! how the winter wind howls
- like coyotes in the cold of night
at the seemingly solitaire pale moon
set high above
in the black velvet sea,
holding the twinkles from wishes
standing tall - proud
the mighty sequoia
does not waver in its
most monstrous of gusts
but instead rises,
and reaches for the majestic gem
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If you can talk without ever making a noise
and you can listen without ever needing to hear a sound
And you can see without ever opening your eyes
You can be anything that you dare to dream
You see my son
Once you can look inside yourself you will have sight
And once you can listen to your heart you will truly hear
And your life will speak to others without you ever having to say a word….
Now open your eyes and live that dream....
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he'd put his foot in his mouth before he'd swallow his pride,
fed from the silver spoon, though his plate is full, they pour
sympathy from their pockets, till his cup runneth over, he's
bit off more than he can chew, but a taste of reality he has
yet to sample, champagne taste, not even a beer budget,
his pallet developed, by the fruits of their labor, thirst never
quenched, appetite never satisfied, he bites the hand that
feeds him, now a glutton for the toxins, still they help
wash them down with a spoonful of sugar, sweetened just enough
to mach an antidote, his last supper is in the offing,
and together they set the table.....
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secluded to my darkroom,
a roladex filled with
years of negatives,
an ambient light
illumination failed
transparent,
focus lost,
exposure.....
In the foreground
I found depth
through perception,
develop contrast
light and dark
now shutter in harmony,
my composition.....
mere snapshots in our mind
but to me a single canvas
that depicts two
lifetimes
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Goddess of night
Oh! Raven
Of elder forest
Swoop down from your totem
Take me under your black wings
Fly me into the darkness
Desolate
Isolation
Enter me into oblivion
Rest me in the heavens
To shine back down
On those I leave
Illuminating
The night
For all to look up at
And believe
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spring day, window down, cool breeze blows through my hair
i come upon an old stomping ground, an abandon chicken coop,
i turn off the engine; the smell of the almond blossoms brings back memories
high school parties, this was our place of refuge
i can picture the faces, all the different clicks.
i wonder where they all have gone.
who is living where? who is doing what? what ever happened to you know who?
why am i still here? where did i go wrong?
IS HE REAL? IS HE LISTENING?
MY FAITH IS DIMINISHING...
off in the distance a familiar sound catches my ear, hand over my brow
i gaze into the sun
A KITE,
i follow the string to a young lad, no more than 10 or so
our eyes connect and he waives me over
"Mr. give it a try" he says with a look of innocence on his face
as i take the reigns i am overcome with adolescence
my earlier thoughts subsided
soaring high, twisting and turning,
we run side by side, laughing, trying to keep up..
suddenly, a calm brushes over the sky, the wind dies,
and our fun plummets to the ground
as we make our way over to the kite
i can see that this would to be its last flight
filled with guilt i turn to apologize
to my bewilderment i am alone
nylon scattered, from the crash back to earth
i pick through the pieces
i notice that the bamboo cross like frame however is still intact
on the base of it is a small rainbow insignia that reads
"IN ALL SHAPES AND SIZES'
i walk back to the car, and as i head back into town
in my rear view mirror i again see the kite soaring
i realize then that i still have questions
but my faith is now restored
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