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Nowhere We Belong
Would that we could, that we might, that we may Find the one true path we might follow one day Until that day, we will wander and stumble along More steps lost than gained, nowhere we belong
Many Lovely Things
Coming to terms with the world at small. Do you think that means anything at all? Time: construct for cosmic construction. Pimple on God’s face: a pustule eruction. We say, hey Mom, hey Mom, look at this. We’re hushed, pushed away, just ignored. How can anyone simply ignore our bliss? Till time passed retorts not […]
Again
Again, I ask you to sing me my song I do not know the tune or the words Unclear where notes or rests belong Even to me this sounds quite absurd Still, I know, if I once hear this tune I will believe I have always known it A self-symphony, under sun or moon This […]
Other Mornings
Misty mornings where I walk Horsetails grow in profusion As to myself, out loud, I talk Seeking escape from confusion Primitive the plants which grow Primitive also this modern man With more misty dawns to know At least that is my current plan
No Escape
Majestic and soaring the green willow grows So tenderly and sweetly its branches drape All cut down in life’s prime, no river flows Birds, all life large or small, cannot escape
Apposite Opposites
What is the apposite of opposite? Which can sit beside it, apropos? Commends it, no other need stay Like near and far seem a near fit Their distance means it’s a no go Apposite opposites, as night to day
Will You?
Who will fill the holes, when all our youth is gone Who will inhabit our houses, when we’re all alone Who will feed the soil, when flesh is rent from bone Who will seek forgiveness, when no one can atone
More or Less
I am the taper, my gifts are my flame To light my way through utter darkness My reason to be, no thanks nor blame My light shines more, as I become less
No One
All the steps of daily life Are now no more than ever More slowly I move, my strife Remember, no one lives forever
Old Year New
If the speed at which the old year left Is something that did vex Wonder more where the baby came from That old guy would die from sex Still, no need to worry what it’s all about The new year always takes the old year out
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