Sullied by Contentment

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Servitude is not the calling.

To ask…

would be to no avail.

The pernicious pig,

the muddied mare,

the calamitous cow.

Free of strings.

And, monetary weights.

Out to pasture by virtue of enlightenment.

Green, gold…

Only sullied by contentment.

 

The Pains of Neutral

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There are eccentricities about time that many… will never get.

Similar to chasing the family pet.

imageedit_8_2028553240There is a mortal need to have it all around.

Thou, it is injured and too tightly wound.

 

It may surface that there are brisk critics regaled  for being too passionately black.

And, those willing to make the ‘devil’s pact.’

 

As followed, before, the ache arrived, minutes filled the air.

As original as, the snowflakes in which we place our grateful cares.

Mind over the matters of time.

The pain of neutral.

No joy from fast forward or rewind.

 

For myself, revelations, on a dusky December day,

That, I too, conceded,

from the comfort of living in the in between.

 

There had been a frozen dust to the air.

It covered my tracks…

Or, considerate me…

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Apples in the Snow

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“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.”

It Has Been Awhile

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it has been awhile since I walked a mile in her shoes

this ritual silence has blown away on November wind

uttering the howls of change and broken ceilings

on the ash and cedar decadence and delight on turns of day and night

…

it has been awhile since I walked a mile in her shoes

to feel the depth of season

to withstand all of foliage debris

to be in a place of all the beauty I can see

Things That We Believe In

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Poems, Prayers and Promises
John Denver


I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time
All the things I’ve done and how it’s been
And I can’t help believin’ in my own mind
I know I’m gonna hate to see it end
I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain
Spent a night or two all on my own
I’ve known my lady’s pleasures
Had myself some friends
And spent a time or two in my own home

I have to say it now it’s been a good life all in all
It’s really fine to have a chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire and watch the evenin’ tire
While all friends and my old lady
Sit and pass a pipe around
And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long it’s been since yesterday
What about tomorrow
What about our dreams

And all the memories we share

The days they pass so quickly now
The nights are seldom long
And time around me whispers when it’s cold
The changes somehow frighten me, still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growin’ old
For though the life’s been good to me
There’s still so much to do
So many things my mind has never known

I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away
And dance across the mountains on the moon

And I have to say it now it’s been a good life all in all
It’s really fine to have a chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire and watch the evenin’ tire
Along with friends and my old lady
Sit and pass a pipe around
And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long it’s been since yesterday
What about tomorrow
What about our dreams
And all the memories we share