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The Game

I think love has purpose even if it’s pain.
After all what else gives you so much to lose- with unbidden right to complain?

Each year it’s recognized- a little more youth is lost
And you add up the experience – while grimacing at the cost

The bends of the mind only squeeze the heart…
And it’s the swollen eyes in mirror – who tell you are coming apart.

Better to have loved and lost – we already brace for little gain…
But in these matters it’s never been about the rules- but how you play the game.

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All or Once

The path taken year after year
Changes as it should-
Lest steps seem only foreign
Forgotten is something good…
Sow a lavender bush perhaps
Bring calm back in place-
Until serenity falls in grievance
Drained by ache and waste…
Deaf ears lead blind eyes
Bounded by an induced agony-
Losing all or once
A consequence of your apathy.

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For Sake or…

Void of regular emotion
Young become zombies to life
Isolation a given confinement
Self-torcher for insight.
No one knows the adversary
Or understands…
It’s different now
Because reality is what we pretend.
Ghosts walk the halls, movies and games
Solving the next mystery
And deciding who to blame. . .
Then causing new misery
In order to wake up or wise
Without maturity of consequence
Or the ability to reverse time.
So absent of future
And certainty of death-
Merely the sake of forgiveness
Only after true regret.

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Posted in Happiness, Life, Parenting, Poetry

Dear Life, Thank you!

For without reality
Where would I be?
One would hope
More than I see.
Change the past
Ignore the present
Forget the parents
Or being peasants…
For wanting more
Loses who we are
Where we’re going
Or even how far.
Or what was innocent
Or even dumb
What we felt
Or being numb…
And we learn
Just a little too late
Beyond missed hugs
Or present dates…
And we wake up
As others sleep
Like the lion
Consuming sheep…
And all the fails
Becomes victory’s win
And when we go to tell
Their gone by then…
But I was young
And you were old
And the middle came late
Before the story unfold.

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Life Change

Fuzzy skies
As brain cells bend
In mortal change
Or comfort’s end-

Feel the loss
But earn a win
Escape the prison
Of history’s sin…

Pray a break
Of second’s sleep
And stolen moments
Confusion weeps…

Now to breathe
And live again
As intended
Or anxiety lends…

For not of purpose
Just natural fate-
Future-proof the mind
In a thermal stalemate.

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Summer Gladness

As the bees buzz

And snakes crawl

Dragging summer

Grass stands tall…

Crickets sing

When birds lay sleep

Within the season

The soul does keep-

For life lives

In all living things

So many verses

Beyond the strings…

Inches from slumber-

Or living again

Live the now

Before the Then.

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Believe

I see the story

And know the trends

What is worshipped

And has no end.

And there is now

Like the ocean floor

What you thought

And where you soar…

And like a partner

Not just a friend-

And the beginning

With no real end…

I’ll be there

And beyond that too-

For it’s simply me

Inside of you.

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Again

Blood boils so quick anymore….

Always a joke-

Can nothing be serious?

Or even answered?

Taking care is for granted-

Maybe that’s why I stopped for so long?

Clearly not long enough-

Like time ever would be….

Pain is numbing

Until it hurts-

Or you stop.

Does it stop?

Or do you just go-

I do.

I did.

Again.

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Posted in Poetry

I Would Like…

I would like the start with what I know
If I hadn’t lost it and how
Or use the map that got me here
But then where would I be right now?
Knowing my way around
Would be new or complete?
Or appreciate what I have
Instead of wasting with defeat.
Yes and to communicate
In a way I can be heard…
Where the receiver gets the message…
By hanging on every word.
I would like to give stones-
Where each step would make sense…
And to share a special gift
With love so intense…
I would like to know what I’ve done
Before only my spirit is left to hear…
And to know who I’ve touched
Before only goodbyes and tears.
I want to feel companionship
In hand and by toes…
I want to love life and place..
And I hope to make it show…
Yes I have so many goals
But rarely the right plan…
I suppose there is tomorrow…
Such is the sane of a foolish man.

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Be Thanksgiving

Image created by JusTee

To be thankful
Or often naught
Easy to ignore
What you’ve got…

Common place
Thought and action
Always a chase
Missed satisfaction…

One day a year
The norm should stop
A new look taken
Across a table top…

Just for the next day
The worst of people comes-
Massaging egos
To flipping off someone….

Thanksgiving often skipped
In minds and stores
The loss of appreciation
Or feeling more…

I am thankful
For family and friends
And being too poor
To only spend…

Thanksgiving is food
And heat in plenty
No need to impress
Or think of the enemy…

So here is to giving more thanks
And keeping more in our hearts
Even if missed before
Today is a good place to start.

ALIVE

Original Image Taken by JusTee

Ashes to the ground
Before tossed by wind
Never what was
But path made again…
Life so tangled
When destroyed but together
Like the worn map
Or lost buried treasure…
Proof is beyond
Noon or now
Within the nuance
Or a Will somehow…
For in the loss
Or changing scheme
Lies a purpose
Beyond what it means…
Life is a cycle
That never truly ends
No matter how altered
More to impend…
So often absent
In the course of our lives-
To stop and wonder
The gift being alive.

Blessed

11:11 on 11/13
Feeling relief
In long suffering

The toll was high
But you made me strong
Despite the lie

Deceptive they were
But weak in plan
Or judgement blur

And I am blessed
With you inside
And family vest

Moving on
Down a straighter road
And better song.