The Past

I have walked the walk
talked the talk
In the unfolding rain…I find solace.
Between yesterday and tomorrow…the gray.
Between dark and light…hope.
….
Searching the sites of loved one’s lost…a time to relish they no longer have to be here.
Scars float above resentments cast.
Oh, how I long to see the past.
Now is no time between ‘did you see that’ and ‘remember when.’
I worry there is no begin, again.
….
Isolation has come to my home.
Love has not gone.
Everyday the best we can do is live within the dome.
Everyday the best I can do?
Relish the old and disregard the new.

the Beatles

#long hauler #Covid survivor

Apples in the Snow

 

“Catastrophic and immobile.  Delicate and nomadic.  Impaled in blue hue.  Red distended light.  Black shafts that invade plight.  White shards that lay pictured in radiance.  Reflections grazing in the slide show of my mind.  Elemental homage to photos of time.”

What is Hell?

What is Hell?
In accurate words, the devil will grin and state, ‘sin.’
“It is pride that copies humility.”
With red framed eyes, he will state….truth that appears aloof.

Hell?
stubbing a toe
bones that feel like broken pretzels
walking into a low lying limb
visions and impeding thoughts of…
who you once were before
and the truth of one, only one sin.

What is Hell?
an open sore to selective ignorance…
I’ve walked the woods in countless, country miles.
I’ve strolled in ill fashion to the scars, true love, mortality and pain.
Unaware that my own innocence can still remain

Masks

Goddess…

Grant me the serenity to change the things I cannot change

The courage to change the things I can

And, the wisdom to know the difference

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Hunting Season

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It will be clear.

Those trolls listening both far and near.

Indefinitely indebted but still, I cannot go.

Chivalry in a voice.

These demons up on mountains made by moles…

‘Are not your choice.’

Though, the air I breath is not free.

If I walk away now,

I can own my own feet.

Villains and angels…abound.

Holes in the wall.

Furnace on stall.

There is not enough room on the ark for us all.

I will not choose to take what I need and leave the rest.

Cannot adhere to the father knows best.

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