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Death Is Not a Loss

The creaking of old hard wood floors
Flowers, weary with wet petals stuck to the pot
The absence of dogs barking and cats purring is almost unbearable 
My own thoughts ticking by

The familiar smell of food does not waft 
There are no lights on
Just dust 
Dust on the chair, the tv, and even my favorite picture on the wall.

The house, almost empty but the language on the walls speak, calling out memories 
The presence of her comes close
Presence. Here I am. 
In this place I am... I once had a dream,
A dream of sunshine moments and cold lemonade 

The dust is now clearing as pictures become bright
Past becomes present and the roads of memories end at the horizon where I also end,
Seeping into the cold dark couch 

In this sea of comfort it is an expression of love
for death is not a loss,
but past memories of life.

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I Miss You

I miss the touch of your blond hair when the sun shines through cotton candy clouds.
The long sweeping grass doesn't feel the same anymore,
It's stories don't make me smile like you do.
The day tickles the trees, only to tell them of flowers growing in open fields.
None as pretty as the ones I get from you.
And as night falls, the stars dance across painted skies of blue and black.
They don't search for acceptance, only bliss,
Which rolls off the mountain tops into hidden streams
Rushing to reach undecided ends.
But when the water runs thin, I will catch those last rain drops
Just as you have caught me in this tangled web.

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Endless

Your warmth is endless.
With crisp streams of light I am surrounded by an umbra of love.
Walking aimlessly through roads of green and gold.
My mind knows no end to your manipulation 
Where do you find this beauty?
Buried deep under layers of tall redwood trees and rivers clearer than the glass ball of your un-decided future.
You are but a replica of her tangled seaweed hair.
Salty but slick,
Sweeping past miles of silver tipped grass and shaded palm trees.
Your eyes are like daggers of obsidian,
Darker black than the night that chases the day away.
They do not stop for stars.
We dance through fields of smooth laughter and sun.
Our fingertips grasping the hearts of wise woven trees.
You leave me in awe with lengths of excellence.
I run to keep up, but with years of perfection I stumble upon mazes of deep green cemetery.
We are so close to one.
You embrace me deeper,
As vulnerability becomes courage,
I fall freely into your happiness.
And you accept me just the way I am.

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How I Lost You

The cold wisps of wind on the hard wood floors makes your toes cringe in holy socks.
The cabinets give room to store house spiders, they fill every crack and cranny.
Money spent on you alcoholic breath.
Why do you insist on blowing that smoke in my face?
Am I really that much of a disgrace?
I plead and beg for you to release the chains but your promises for a better life keep me from breaking free.
I have lost you in your steel toed boots and aftershave.
Where has the spirit gone?
You talk about fighting demons, but I see no trophy.
You speak of knowing and giving to the world, yet I see no rewards.
You are as lost as I in your pool of dreams. 
You see them almost gone, circling down the drain but you hold onto the rim as if you can't see the bottom.
I can taste the dirt in the food and the mold on the walls does not fool anyone.
You are more lost than the rain without a stream to join,
Sinking into the old porch steps with no purpose, yet you cry of silver an gold.
Let me be free!
Let me live my life as you intend to be, 
But don't let your promises break me.

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Mama

If mama could see me now, I’d say
You’d be jumping for joy
I used to stand tall on the old dusty chair next to the flower pot she used for an ash tray
I’d tell her, mama those flowers won’t grow like that
They need the dew drops that absorb the morning sun lights beams
Hair pulled back into a braid, I'd jump from house hold object to object
Playing kings and queens
She’d walk by kicking up lint balls so big, 
I’d hold onto her feet, her sweatpants smelled of bad sex and old gin
Cleaning wasn’t her religion she used to say
Snow falling from her hand, is how I described it,
I’d tried to pretend it was Christmas 
But everyone knows that the ash didn’t melt the same way
Mama, I’d ask her, tell me stories of your life.
Tears would run down her face as she cried all night
I would sit there holding up grocery bags of bottles but I never got through to her
The store tab was maxed out as they sold cigarettes and vodka for me to give to her
They knew me there, my age and all 
She would just sit there yelling, 
Acrylic nails tapping on the fake wooden table
Asking why I was late, and why my grades were unstable
The bruises I didn’t ask for, I called them body art
They twisted blue, green, and purple up and down my arm
Mama I’d tell her, please sing me to sleep.
She couldn’t hear me over the T.V and the new boyfriend that was passed out drunk as could be
I got older as her habits got worse
Then one day I left, silently into the night
I thought I was free and I would never come back
That’s my mama, I left all by herself.
In the battle of demons with no way out
Eventually I caved
And would visit her periodically, braid her hair, we would converse
But mama doesn’t hear me anymore, even less then before
That car that she crashed into, left her brain dead with so many scars
Mama I’d tell her, I’m getting married this week
I cried when she asked who I was, then said I should leave
I tried to give back, and pay what was owed to her
A good place to stay, warm food and clothes
She never gave any of these to me, 
But her past was a mess and her future was worse
So what if she hurt me, 
My love for her always came first

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Big Wild

I watched her at times, gazing into another world
Her head was past dwelling in the clouds
Way up high, and at times she would fall back to the ground.
She wore stars in her hair, milky way’s left and tangled in her everyday sweater 
Curiosity crept over her shoulders, drenching her body with desire
Her eyes deeper than the ocean, sea salt sparkling on her skin
She saw things different, unlike you and me.
Carping at life through the underside of a crystal glass telescope.
Always reaching to feel the breeze, yet grounded to the earth like the roots of an old oak tree
She cradled wisdom in the palm of her silken hands
Holding paradoxes in her pockets and leather shoulder bags,
Wrapped up in her words, people used to say, as if they saw metaphors running down her face
She used to love uncontrollably, showering in laughter, running in the rain
Now she has loved too much
She tends not to show sensations, her mind is always in rotation
She hands out her teardrops of trust, I know it never runs dry
Her world is to multifaceted, staring through the smoke.
Lungs black, yet she stays in her mind for it is a universe she knows better than all the rest.
Contemplating culture 
She tries hard but numb always becomes the answer.
I watched the way her matted hair complimented her ever lost 
eyes that drifted in the rose gold meadows
Lips stained with the blood of rubies 
Blue quarts on the shelves 
She connects the constellations, wrapping herself in the umbra of darkness
I’ve yet to see what she sees
We see the world,
Yet she sees the crystal molecules which fuel her everyday on the pinpoint of all opportunities 
She is big wild
Her spirit has not yet been lost
Exploring dimensions, folding time
Her eyes dimmed as she jumps from world to world
Euphoria is a needle in a haystack 
Yet she finds it, one straw at a time
Mazes to the sublime 
She gets lost so often, 
Praying every day for the answer
Accepting the skin she’s in
Yet crawling out every night pleased if she wakes up still detached in another land
I see her drowning in her sorrows
Trying to stay afloat 
Alcoholic breath fills her nose; she longs to be as free as the cold sea
She tends to explore the world
Her heart is at peace among the tall dark trees
Placing diamonds in her coffee cups
The edges cut throats faster than sugar
Hiding behind old thrift shop glasses and wholly sweaters
Thinking she will not fare,
Climbing to stay with a smile on her burdened face
I think she could go farther
I watch her love life even though it’s a thorn at hand
The average can’t understand,
For this girl is packed up for a trip without a plan.

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Why the Poet Writes

When a poet writes, the past has been opened,
pried at with crowbars and curiosity
He reaches, 
pulling strands of words and metaphors from cracked corners of faint memories. 
Ink pouring from old feather tips.
With lights up all night long, he forgets life is time
darkness circles around his eyes creating an umbra of unwanted sleep
Rhythms grow rapidly, beats pounding, head throbbing.
He is one with the background music
He has loved to much, 
pouring light and sudden gaiety onto pages of stripped truth
he has left his heart on paper.
but a poet does not miss what’s gone,
for the book is not yet done.
They don’t know how it ends
Or even how it started
Hugging the darkness of night 
An un-sober mind spins
for when a poet writes, the past has been opened
and the present stops.

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Oh Tree

Grounded to the earth, your roots grow.
Stretching miles under tuff soil and rocks.
Down to the core you are planted.
Limbs longer then the seas that stretch across this land.
I love your determination to grow,
Up to the sky where the clouds can reach your fingertips.
The mist surrounding your thin aching branches,
Your roots do not keep you from success but rather push you to reach farther.
They ground you to the earth and your hopes and dreams
Dance upon the tops of your leaves, making them laugh,
For you are complete
And as you grow taller and your trunk widens, 
Don't forget me.
For I remember when you were only a small little seed.

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When I Wear You Down

When I wear you down, my heart shrinks.
When I pull your strings and push buttons, I cry
When I tear at seams you sewed yourself, all I can do is be at fault.
But when your petals wilt and ask me why, I scream and shout and cut you out.

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When I Lay

When I lay down, you know.
You know the turning of my head and the way my spin sets into the humble ground.
My feet kicked up so high, the clouds feel close.
They climb higher to the cold air.
But I am not like them.
My mind knows no boundaries.
It is free like the warm wind that tickles my toes ever so gently.
And because you know me, you send me gifts of sunny days and rainbow sunsets.
My pockets filled with stories and memories 
Lasting longer then the forever green Juni trees.
Your sunrises embrace me. 
Coating the world in the silent wisps of light.
And since you know me, 
I have learned the songs of the birds and trees,
And the secrets of the water streams.
But even on the coldest nights you care for me,
Singing me softly to sleep.