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I Bow To Love

What has been given, 
And for what taken. I measure.
Because I smile at nothing 
And weep for all. 
For that I bow down to love. 

Pain it gives, I take without murmurs,
And never giving her a full smile. 
But always, a complete gaze 
With her back to me. 


The girl, which was my home. 
Where fear and anger would 
Never be thought a guest. 
The love which every day, reminds me,
 and lets me fall slowly.


For the peace it gave
And the life it created. 
My destiny was shaped, I was changed.
To everything that happened, 
 I thought it was Perfect. 
For that I bow down to love.

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The Two Travelers

In the wakeness of dreams, 
Sadness drips back with coming to lies.

Let me slip and never see day
And I will hold false worlds, within lids of pale eyes.

Slow darkness will be held for a second 
And then clouds aura I drift to.

With opening before passing, I hope
That I awake to a dream, and a world unknown in lou..

In turn I become sun without moon
And these two travelers are tired,but I tire on 
       In case this world wakes to soon.

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Perception of Angles

By the reflection of I;
the sun thought with.

If to look across the bay, 
shadows crept with contemplation.

I scorned and led into falsities,
with blind glare of self.

Yet the whole was a-part
and the shine became weary.

In knowing, I departed to
the unlit dock,across.

Many travels recently with dim, still 
never let my mind see all.

For if, the Reflection upon 
was the same as the other.

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The Lighted Man

Lighting and burning inside 
            As his breading frails, 

A building and overflow 
            Drips through his face and nails.

The world has his flesh 
            Tied and lashed, still giving sweet exhales.

Shedding loved tears
            As his crown is to bash.

But a light that goes 
            And awakens the few, 

Yet kept and kept 
            Even in struggle with brother foes. 

And just when a call 
            From questions face,

With a dim shine 
            And a fallen grace.

Humbled is asked, for roads 
            To nobler days.

In shadows a beaten man rises 
            To light paths, to untaken ways.

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A Crooked World

With-the wholeness of my 
         Eyes-I try,
But this horizon is shortened 
         and my sight is gone. 
Through a skewed world, 
         I question the air, 
                and still breathe it's toxicity.
Accepting it's warped days of 
         fog weighing down.
We are sending
        an anchor to hell.
Watching our skies 
        turn to fire,
and the devil come 
        to be 
But with changing moments, new life, new chances
        for a leveling of us. 
Nevertheless-poor little hopes,
        stand on there feet and fall 
                 from a slanted world. 
Learning to walk 
        a hunched and hazy path.
I ask now with a humid heart. 
         Will this tiring fog ever lift?
                   -Waiting on whispers
         Will this falling ever ground?
                   - Wactching unwearyingly 
All the while, take short breaths 
           and weary steps,
Foresaken, the heavy fog
           Weighs our world in deaths.

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White City

O, I look at this White City 
and feel a broken heart.
Even a sight to rubble 
could make a stitch from its ripping apart.
But no, not even a simple memory 
no crime, no hate, no love. 
Nothingness everywhere, even into my mind.
 silence  reminding me every second
 of this fate to mans kind. 
I could be a god for surviving 
But all I feel is the lonely ant searching... 

And as I look around, all I see is white.
As I look around, I look for a home tonight.

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Strums of Love

Listen, do you hear the strumming, The sweet sounds of us.
As I lay ,the duets, and the falls. 

With notes high and low, the vibrations became you.
They went to the out and to the all.

...Then in a moment.. the duality and journey had stopped. 
With oceans heated and the earths shake.

No you and no me.
One sound causing a divine double take

As it was, as it will 
for a brief everlasting heartscore

This strumming became something
and with thumbs nsync, we walked heavens tour.

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Not Fade Away

These days now have brought 
Our caves and dwellings to mass.

All I see 
.. Burrows to the sand
…Nests in the trees
…. Slumbers in the land
Natures unknown, for dreams surpass.

Perhaps one night  the willful waves 
should tire and settle into stillness…  

While maybe this season. leafs cling to oak parents
 with a sleepy soulful stubbornness .

And lets say the rain refuses to jump
bringing clouds reciprocate to a less thunder!

Leading into a day the grass stops growing 
giving us a lack of measurement to life's wonder.

Then one fall ,hearing no more of the rustles,
Or of the arms dueling and the sways,

for lastly ...The cease.... it has become

in forgetting , never to sleep more than a dreams need
                  And never ever let it fade away.

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Why Not Sprinklers

I walked on the damp grass 
         Bare foot. 
The sprinklers shooting 
And giving. 
A sight of running
Through them and Im 
Alive. 
I thought sidened friends and
You. 
For If we ever dipped, 
         we should have dove.
You turned back at the grassy ridge.
Forward came only in dragging. 
But I saw the light reflect rainbows.
I saw it all , u never bothered 
To even peer. I was silly.
I wanted to carry you through sprinklers
And watch rainbows. 
But you ran, 
         on sneakers, 
the other way.

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The Moments Death of a Mind

This hesitant now is,
a still wind silenced.

Transparent gods passing
while it was eternity.

No voices or opinions
to guess twice.

Just "is" all and ever,
if only for a sigh.
 
gentle breezes joined
with windows left open.

 Not a day across land.
  above all mindful dreams.

Everything is a little clearer,
When it stops…….

The hesitation,
            where thoughts ceased to be.