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What’s The Meaning?

What’s the meaning?Where’s the light?Why do we do what we do? When it’s later that we realizewe’re still our worst storieswith many gaps to fill. And to put on a good showwe’ll never knowthe maze we constantly have to forgive. 

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What We Never Learned

The idea of impossibility frightens you?When flesh on flesh intimacy conforms to the idea of love. The intimacies it ceases to shatter. It is in the rebelliousthe physical actof two bodies togetherthat leaves us incapable of love.It is the burning fleshwhich we desire in wantsnot needsthat destroys finite dimensions of commitment and faith. It is not...

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…That Is Why I Write

I’ve forgotten how to look at the sky to separate the clouds and greet birds as they pass by. I’ve lost my essence in a stack of hay its edges shaper than a needle’s forgotten and thrown away. I’ve given up on dreaming and on the restful sleep that it allows for if they...

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Drawing Breath

The sun does down,the moon dips.The clouds scatterwhile the birdschase trees to sit. The rivers tell a taleof how fast they run.The roots never whineof being under and done.The flower blossoms,the soil gets stronger.The winds raceand the hills embrace. What’s left is howthey choose to grow.What matters is howunready they take the fall.Unexpectedly, there’s more...

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Wicked Masks We Wear

How’s the pain? The gain. The vain. Of trying, maybe not. Of failing, but how? What a wicked mask to wear. Another right you make wrong. You’re done maybe then. You’re here sometimes then? Thanks to you you’ve come this far. Struggling for breath fighting the scars. Don’t let them stay. Never mistake its...