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Fishy Days
Remembering our fishy days inhaling water and salt yesterdays and yesterdays ghosts their stench of death on everything hearts that cannot beat Breathing in water Breathing in salt Memories that never were projected on our retinas stories misunderstood lost in translation slipping through the cracks Breathing out water Breathing out salt Read more
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This is the land
My newest poem is dedicated to the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice in defense of this land. It is up to each of us to guarantee it was not in vain. I emerge only to resubmerge In the land of grand romance and lies Of three-eyed fish and one-eyed men Of time… Read more
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From the mountain…
Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus. From the mountain we… Read more
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This tale will tell itself
Let’s go dancing through the minefield one more time or drift through a veil or two of consciousness. We don’t need to live to tell the tale. This tale will tell itself in a language without words or sounds or pictures. This tale will tell itself with light. Read more
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Excess
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. William Blake The intense pleasures of youth – sex and drugs and rock’n’roll – take a heavier toll on my body, my mind, and my spirit with every passing year. One of life’s easiest traps is to repeat actions that once brought pleasure even after… Read more
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