remnants

I'm gathering up the remnants

from the wildness of the sin

I open the doors and windows

to let the fresh air in

I guess we dodged a bullet

and the havoc it could bring

now once again I'm joyous

cause of all that this will mean

some were so precocious

with heads buried in the sand

all they knew was hatred

not love for this great land

complacency is vicious

while onward you did rage

allow yourself redemption

let emptiness fill the cage

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foretold

go the wrong way foward
most times a difficult road
navagating a path
as the future is foretold
bridges we constructed
as we connected our minds
forged with love and trusting
as this road continually winds
what's around the corner?
honesty and truth?
misguided apparitions
or is it merely you?

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neglect

they cry on tick tok 

they wail on TV

like this is the worst thing

that they've ever seen

suck it up princess

like we had to do

this won't be the most perilous

to happen to you

meanwhile, those 

that will never be sheep

flying our flags 

at last we can sleep

praying for our country

praying for the elect

trying to move forward

moving past the neglect

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the Veteran

the old man talks 

about his time in war

the battles that were waged

on a far away shore

you sit and you listen

to all you've heard before

the price that he paid

in a place he abhorred

he lights a fresh smoke

and you notice his shake

from atrocities seen

and all his heartaches

still, you sit there in silence

not a sound do you make

till he's done with his stories

that makes his soul quake

for all that he lost

what should have been golden

no longer the boy

that innocence stolen

it flows from his lips

like the creek that is swollen

a story he still tells

with fervent emotion

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dimensions

relative dimensions of what isn't right

as the world passes by in the dead of the night

causing the problems, an upheaval  it seems

crushing the hearts of those that had dreams

yonder the horizon, maybe a new day will dawn

come with our coffee as we stretch and yawn

always so much harder than it ought to be

as once more the fight gets knocked out of thee

so baby let it burn till there's nothing but ash

stay out of the ruckus and run from the clash

your name's on a list in indelible ink

with all that you know, with all that you think

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all that is to be

I'm holding on for glory

I'm on the edge of my seat

I'm waiting for the victory

surely God will not defeat

I'm waiting for the tolling

of the Philadelphia bell

will we again be champions?

or do we burn in Hell?

innocence lays squandered

on the side of the road

little ones may not know it

but it's a very heavy load

am I the only one who sees?

all we stand to lose

God will sort out injustice

I pray that this is true

liars and cheats in the market

hoodwinked are their lot

but the good Lord stands among us

to cast the demons out

my heart believes the relevant

the truth will set us free

with an angel on the shoulder

of all that is to be

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direction

love finds its own direction

it doesn't need a path

the trail may look like wilderness

sometimes you'll go off track

but when the trek is over

and you see how far you've come

it may have taken days and weeks

before the journey's done

the times things came to easy

the times I wanted to restart

the times life interjected

the times with a broken heart

the times when it felt solid

the times it washed away

the time that it was perfect

the time is now, today

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middle of the mix

in the solace of the sun, which is no longer warm

where birds don't fly and bees won't swarm

a river of words, that flow swiftly through

the verses are pretty but it doesn't ring true

the hours out of joint cause the minutes won't tick

you and me baby in the middle of the mix

the cages are full of these costly renditions

the moldable minds that collect the admission

in the silence and rubble of long empty spaces

forgotten tombs and monument bases

here, once we walked, while we were still young

one ache was ending as the next pain's begun

this trench in my mind and midway through my soul

these cardboard encasements with so many holes

from this day forward, will we ever find peace?

with no one to lead us through this old disease

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ashes

at winter's edge you found me

huddled, afraid and alone

while all around the fields burned

from all the wheat I'd sown

my hands stretched over ashes

where once a fire raged

staring past your shadow

while I was disengaged

you lifted me from carnage

from what once was my past

wrapped me in your jacket

and said "stop looking back"

leave those days behind you

let me show you what's ahead

there in your hand you showed me

a golden, twisted thread

"each twist is a way forward

though intricate it may look

the essence of its very strength

is written about in books"

he said, "the blossoms will return

and winter will pass to spring

take my hand I'll show you

what all of this could mean"

as a bell tolled out the hour

as the sun rose in the west

the tide of indifference ebbing

as my spirit finally rests

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saphire

a million stars stretch across the sky

one pale moon is the backlight

nothing I can say, that I haven't said before

as you sweep my soul like waves on the shore

I once grew impatient, what was to be?

I thought there was no one, on this earth for me

I know that I've never been blessed quite like this

all on a chance, that I almost missed

a morning like saphire, breaks through at dawn

we stumble for our coffee, 'tween stretches and yawns

my senses overthrown, my heart bursting at the seams

you were the answer, to each and every dream

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birds without wings

birds without wings

sitting on the ground

prey to the hawks

that soar all around

they hide in the bushes

their fate is unknown

as they feast on the morsels,

the few I have thrown

in the fractured landscapes

where weeds hide their fate

if they run off to early

or maybe too late

while the angry sun burns

how many days will they thrive?

these birds without winds

and their will to survive

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I write

I write my feelings
I write my thoughts
I write to project
I write to express
I write to relax
I write to withdraw
I write to entertain
I write to think
I write to laugh
I write to cry
I write memories
I write to unwind
I write my soul
I write my spirit
I write my love

I write

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Insomnia

In the darkness of the night
Again I toss and turn
A million thoughts race through my mind
Insomnia plagues my life

To sleep would be a luxury
One I live without
No rest for the wicked
I guess that is my plight

Tired of the problems
Complexities and strife
Longing just to close my eyes
For just one night of rest

So I write to sooth my conscious
Late into the night
Putting thoughts on paper
Helps relax my mind

When all my thoughts are written
Maybe then it will come
How many poems will it take?
To sleep, to dream, to rest

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winds of change

you bite the hand that feeds you

have the nerve to ask for more

while family and friends are praying

behind the locked, closed door

it seems to be your fancy

to do just as you please

while rivers are red and flowing

upon the empty streets

you claim "I didn't do this"

"it wasn't only me"

Judas stands there knocking

for the gold he needs

the winds of change blow gently

then gust to hurricane force

as you wonder how it happened

shake your head with little remorse

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like silk

words, like silk, flow from your lips

mine, a little garbled, as I shoot from the hip

the meaning is clear, what can I say

the kiss is sweet, before you walk away

winters gray wall, a chill in the air

embers heat warmly, so we don't care

city lights at twilight, from frosted window panes

while love moves onward, with the same refrain

it all comes down to the balancing act

keeping it steady, dealing in facts

all the ghosts, quietly packed away

as the sun rises bright, on yet another day

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a poet

from the words of a poet

with words no one will hear

the magnatude of silence

the music not revered

the voice a little flat

and misses ecery note

but still it keeps on singing

but that was all he wrote

the nightngale is silent

the coyotes just won't howl

the saguaro doesn't listen

to what was here and now

he still keeps up the lyric

to a song that makes no sense

you should have left much sooner

to all that you held hense

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shadows

loves old song

that's no longer sung

once bound together

now frayed and undone

shadows flee the sunlight

and moonlight causes unrest

you wonder in the mountains

the place you loved the best

beauty weaves a pattern

now in your heart enshrined

where once you had forever

now never comes to mind

with further complicaton, 

you advance your one last pawn

a night of revelation

evaporates in dawn

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frayed

a fractured country

a flag that is tattered

youth that's forsaken

and don't seem to matter

adults who have fallen

on hard times and strife

overdose on ignorance

and give up their life

looking back with their sadness

tired ideas, values misspoken

no money for a ride

with their valueless tokens

lackluster thoughts

on too many crimes

so blows the wind

on uncertain times

as skeletons abound

and wander this land

a truth that's forsaken

in administered plans

a frayed flag still proudly

waves in the breeze

over the land of misguided

in a fractured country

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the brink

sometimes, my soul flickers

like a candle in the breeze

grasping at straws to reason

but in the reasoning creeps

standing at a crossroad

where hope and reason meet

one path will hold victory

the other strong defeat

the echoes of the numbness

from silence to extreme

from shadows in the sunlight

to a night with no moon beams

the world that once did prosper

so shiny, it did gleam

slides down the slippery slope

along with American dreams

the storm of all mankind

who surely mean no harm

as callousness spreads thickly

on what has lost its charm

silence, they say quickly

lay down those firearms

we're here to protect you

no need for that alarm

still my mind roams freely

as I jot shit down in ink

it may come back to bite me

when I'm not allowed to think

"it isn't what I wanted"

they shush without a blink

and everything is crooked

that's pushed over the brink

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within reach

the moon lays buried 

where solitude expands

I'm gazing at billboards

and broken lines on asphalt

all lead away from the past 

I'm longing for the morning 

to rise upon the hills 

I can't get the speed I need 

but I'm still shifting gears 

while watching for the sunrise

and blue sky days ahead 

I sink within the darkness 

I rise with each new sun

knowing the pivotal point I'll reach 

before this day is done

it will shrink in the rear view 

and that's all I will leave 

better for having been there

but much too proud to stay 

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yesterday

the lights went out and you're long gone
things that mattered don't matter now
I told you things that I wanted to say
what's past is past I'm your girl from yesterday

the days stretch long and the nights are worse
messages left are short and terse
perspective that you held at bay
days move forward but I'm stuck in yesterday

my heart is gonna hurt for just a little while
when I see your picture it makes me smile
I guess the words kinda got in your way
there is nothing left for you when you think of yesterday

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imaginary love song

I kiss the disappearing image
the apparition that is you
my arms around a shadow
something I can’t hold on to
I hear the imaginary lyrics
the love song that you sang
of promises not tendered
but I heard them just the same

as I write the endless letters
with invisible, hopeless ink
professing one-sided feelings
unstamped empty sheets
the sun peaks through the window
as another nightmare fades
the only evidence remaining
teardrops on a pillowcase

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just one

frost forms thick on all around
feet crunch loud on frozen ground
and what I've known for oh, so long
thaws and drips with morning sun

the wide open space now closes in
fenced and barbed like old Berlin
my mind skates quick on ice that's thin
what once was won't come again

in the mountains where wild things prowl
packs of coyotes with their low growl
for miles I can see the here and now
and our love there that now goes south

pictures painted in darkest hues
times we spent, just me and you
monsoons came and drenched sky's blue
leaving just one when it was through

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9/11

for those that were lost
a day for remembering
haunting history

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9/11/01

your final destination
solitary footsteps etched in sand
wandering once, your trail now ends
Heaven reaches out its hand



it never should have happened
certainly, not like this
your heart fills with its blessings
your mind with those you'll miss

it all ends with a quickness
no one could've foreseen
and life for those still living
will never be the same
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