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Reach Inside

What’s the deal

with how you feel

For those who can’t see

below the knee

Finding something

which I’ve found

buried deep beneath the ground

So come alive

and don’t be dead

Find the notion

Within your head.

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Stranger

Stranger to me

Stranger to you

When life means nothing

Are you really living

When you live to die

And love has no virtue

Are you alive

When death does not phase you

And the name Hades does not strike fear into your heart

Have you a soul

Neither sun nor moon

Or burning wound

You are a still a stranger to me

And I am a stranger to you


Sun

Look to the east

and expect to greet

a rising sun.

Look to the west

and expect to forget

what is keeping you alive.


Morning’s Song

The gull’s calls

And Sea-grass whispers

The silvery gray

of early Light

Ocean glimmers

Each wave washes

And cleans the beaches

Mournful mirages

of yesterdays sorrow.

Morning’s Song, teach me

how to live and how to die

Wind, shake my bones cold

Sea, make me Alive

Saintly clouds overhead loom

clean me and fill me as I march

Into the Sea, Into the Sea

The Morning’s Song


Shattered Glass

Glass people are made in a

Factory faraway

They come out perfect,

Each and every one

Born beneath the Sun

And from the moment they are made

With the factories aide,

Their hollow insides begin to fill.

The glass people are filling,

Although sometimes unwilling,

With what makes them alive

And wiggle and Jive

And they begin to dance and shout

Singing as they run about

Soon they forget they are made of glass,

Just a fragile piece of delicate mass

And they fill and they fill

Filling until

They realize that they cannot hold it all

Once removed this innocent caul,

They begin to despair

And they realize that nobody is there

Nobody to care

And they remember that they

Are only glass

And they continue to fill until

They crack

And spill.


The Elegant Eaglet and the Menacing Man who hunts Guy

The Elegant Eaglet flies far far above the horizon

So young so bold yet so naive

I stand with my menacing German Mauser firearm on a small cliff, crouched to avoid detection

So Stealthy so powerful yet so vulnerable

The Eaglet swoops, her beautiful movement like that of an exotic dancer in a dimlit club on a friday night

So sensual so entrancing yet so innocent

I sit in a prone position in my camoflauge with my merchant of death weapon in hand

So cladestine so strong yet so weak

The Eaglet slows up and passes me at an angle of elevation of 30 degrees

So slow so smooth yet so fast

I pull the trigger of my rifle and the bird falls out of the air to the ground

So dead so dead yet never more so alive.


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