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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Then there are days like this...

Neither fish nor fowl,
not animal or mineral or vegetable.
Hang over an Abyss of limbo,
Darkness crowds my mind.
The mouth tries to speak,
but the mid gives it no words.
There is silence.
Chaos and confusion reign.
The struggles, they are not over,
the dreams of sweet peace are still fleeting.
There are days like this.
Then they pass.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Stars

Stars, Ah Stars!
Twinkling, shinning brightly in the night.
I stand among them in their beauty.
They are not mine to hold or touch, I say.
"You are one of them", a voice says.
"You all are one."
I am humbled in my heart as I look below and see,
the fireflies mimic the stars that I am among.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

words

Words tumble from my mouth,
like pebbles falling from my hands.
In the sun they glitter and catch your eye,
Like crystals and diamonds and polished gold,
but they are only common stones falling.
These are the words you read,
as they fall out of my heart.