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Whiskey and Philosophy

One tall and gaunt with hooded eyes
The other bearded, bent, time-worn and wise
They relished unfurling their intellectual sails
To seek secrets of wisdom on ancient gales

Two wizened old philosophers in a huddled conspiracy
They picked through the bones of archaic mythology
Pondered the tomes of scholars of yore
Then fleshed out the virtues of masters of lore

They sniffed out the dragons of hateful hypocrisy
Harangued and railed against heinous heresy
Decried the dogmatist's intolerant curse
Then like poets esteemed they trundled through verse

Their furrowed cheeks glowed as the whiskey flowed
Voices gravelled and slurred as their logic blurred
They fumbled and mumbled, weary and weaving
As the dying embers of day, dropped into evening

With their feverish fervour fully feted
They stumbled into the night, agreeably sated!

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Then

I remember sitting alone on a long stretch
     of sun-kissed Mediterranean beach
Feeling powerfully young and beautiful
     Feeling my heart swell and roar like the ocean
Giggling as little rippling waves in rows
     hurried to kiss and tickle my toes
Leaving them clothed in lacy frills
     like ten little brides at a wedding!

I remember feeling immortal then
     Then when the sunset held the promise of tomorrow
and dawn bathed in golden streams of light
     Birds sang in my young heart then
When the universe moved through me
     When I dreamed dreams wild with hope
When the thrill of possibility
     saturated me with an unquenchable longing

How I would love to go back to that stretch of beach
     where I sat with my frothy toes and vowed to find love
I would tell the ocean I had kept my pledge
     and had found enduring love and fulfilment
But I would ask the ocean
     why this heart of mine holds its grief so tightly
Why it is unable to cut the last mooring rope...
     Perhaps the ocean will tell me?

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Gifts of Life

Gifts of Life

The earth in all her wisdom
Reflects your grief
The mountains stand as silent witness
To echo your pain
The oceans heave and crash
Your torment to the earth
Again and again

I see the forces of evil
That drive you
Unforgiving, relentless and cruel
I see the demons of guilt 
That devour you
Destroying a precious jewel

I know that your spirit
Is pure and strong
Untouched by the monster
You've fought for so long
I know that your heart
Though wounded with pain
Will find the courage 
To live again 

The gifts of Life are weaving their miracles
Deep within your soul
Listen.... Life is calling
Gently beckoning
Softly pleading 
For your response

Where peace and wisdom
Silently await you....

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The False Self

The False Self

I did not see her
For she was falsely adorned in deceptive attire
Strumming her deceit
On her crude old lyre

I did not see her
For my vision was blurred
Until deep in my years
My spirit stirred

Too long had I danced 
To her wretched rhythm
Too long had she darkened 
My life's fragile prism

I was afraid to lose her
I have forsaken her now, my pitiful illusion
The strength she gave me I must use against her
For with all my strength I wish her gone.

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Child of My Heart

It is in the exquisite depth of your eyes
That I see a brave new world
I cannot help but melt into
The constellations of Essence
And soft innocence
Of your preciousness 
Little child...

It is in the trusting grasp of your dimpled little hand
Around my finger
That I feel a connection so profound
A kindred fastening of souls
Yours and mine
Little child...

And when I fall into your beautiful smile
I am lost in Eternity's sunrise
In the warmth of a softly gilded sun
I feel the intoxication 
Of your heavenly perfection

Little child of my heart
I love you

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My River

My River

My river flows long into the night
She lingers in valleys bereft of yesterdays
Courses through deserts of solitude
Forsaken by tomorrows
She cascades over landscapes
Of mountainous sorrows
Shadowy glades where trees hiss overhead
Eddies of tears lapping gently 
At her mossy shores
My river flows deep into the night
Moonlit currents of longing
Whirling dreams of pleasures past
Caught in swirls of weed, silken green
Thoughts unravelling, churning, restless
She flows to greet the rosy dawn.

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The Butterfly

You pass as a dream, delicately dancing
       On the fingertips of my need
You flit beyond the reach of my hands
      That would beseech and capture
For a blessed moment your fleeting rapture!
       I behold your fragile perfection
And wonder at your compelled 
      And silent exile within the cocoon
Where you surrender and yield
      To Nature's determined loom
But oh, what sweet pleasure
      To dance upon the scented bloom
And sip at Life's treasure
      Beneath a flaxen moon!

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Why Have We Forgotten

See how loveliness lingers lazily in lavender fields
And serenity slips silently into sunlit streams
See how love, like water, softly yields
Draping dreamers in desirous dreams
Hark how harmony hushes and heals
Trampled trust and tortured tears
Feel how faith flows into fortune's fears
As yesterdays yield youthful years
See how contentment's silken slumber sings
When compassion calms and comfort brings

The whole tree rests
In the silent memory of the seed
Why have we forgotten how to heed?

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Mistress Rose

Mistress Rose, dowager of the garden
Would you flaunt your beauty with ne'er a pardon
Fawn seductively in morning's breeze
To entice favours from passing bees?

Would you flick your crimson velvet skirts
To court kisses from pretty butterfly flirts?
Would petulant pansies turn their faces away
When you paraded your beauty day after day?

Would you be condescending of the straggly weeds
Their disorderly presence contrary to your needs?
Feel piqued by the hollyhock's graceful stance
Beside the path where lovers dance?
And would you covet spring when she playfully teased
Sweet scents from the jasmine and shy sweet peas?

And when dawn yawned into afternoon
And evening gathered to greet the moon
Would your smile turn thin-lipped and jaded
As your sweet allure slowly faded?

Such folly and vanity you couldn't express
For earth's soul you do possess!

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Child

Child, naked spirit
Expelled from the Creator's 
Loom, where the miracle of life
Wove your perfection
And brought you forth from
The comfort and safety of the womb
Wailing your outrage at so rough
A journey into your mother's arms
Where love and tenderness, fears 
And uncertain tears
Washed away your brief reprieve
Where blythe limpidness
Enfolded you -

Grow little child of innocence
And breathe your warm and trusting breath
Upon the cold windowpane
Of life, and see the mist
That forms, and blocks 
Your view
And causes you to stumble -
And when your mother's arms can no longer
Protect you
You too will bear life's pain
And know its passing delights
And passions
While your breath is warm
Against the cold windowpane
Of life.