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Charles Martin Poem
I remember
the tiny miracles
skimming the surface
of the creek
The smell of cool, dank earth,
seeping through
the rotting leaves
There on the bank,
are collected hours
of childhood
Connected only to their own world-
a place unaffected
by the worries of time and maturity
An unmarked sanctuary
kept living
for the one that's buried there
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Charles Martin Poem
A sister,
gradually in time,
will be able to take me again
to the sacred grounds
that only innocence
could before
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Charles Martin Poem
Appolonius of Tyanna
lent his life to miracles,
the mind his only wife
Wandering always,
to seek more of himself
and less a life in the world
His spirit still lives
beyond the ken of years,
A wisdom transcending
and connecting us all
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Charles Martin Poem
No matter context,
whenever someone starts to tell you the truth
It always seems like an apology
for all the lies that you've already been told
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Charles Martin Poem
What if God
is an eternal being of light
that manifests himself
s the substance of all things
living within the inert and moving forces
of life on the earth
All in a single will
to know himself
within the fullest possibilities
of time and space
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Charles Martin Poem
Old man
looks like the past,
but speaks the future
I don't know
what he carries-
passengers;
a heavy load
Time is no longer measured,
no one knows
the distance required.
In silence,
I try to grasp the comfort
of the ride
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