silent shore

on this silent shore
I stand at the edge of you
making these dreams of you real
can I push you over the edge?
did I push it over the end?
how much time can I spend?
I keep returning, back for more
I find you waiting at my heart's door
far inside your walls, I call
how much time can I spend?
till I've pushed love over the end



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what remains

we find faith in what is true
the way things always change
keeping all from what remains
and part like two old friends

it will be like time stood still
if the trail should carry us back
meeting again after time has passed
a friendship with solid footing

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in between

there's a song that I hear
lyrics stuck in my soul
playing over and over
I don't know all the words
but I do know the tune
I guess I'll learn them as I go

it's a song about chance
of buried hopes and dreams
of mountain sun and evening rain
a song about love, living, dying
about all that falls in between

right now I hum it in my head
memorizing, harmonizing
a constant white noise that drives me
I don't know all the words
but I do know the tune
yet, there is no singer here

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molecular cohesion

I waited, long, for your sweet song
you seem to be where I belong
or is it an illusion

come from my dreams into loving arms
fall seductive, to my charms
love's molecular cohesion

don't let it be our time has passed
a fantasy that burned too fast
a hazy apparition

I wait to follow
fill the hollow
two heart's conversation

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snap

I lay it down
echoes cross the line
addressing things
you thought were fine
the connection snaps
I can't go back
only forward
it is too late
what you created
is heavily weighted
the dam breaks
heartache pouring over
drowning what was left

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treasure

yesterday's treasure, soon forgotten
packed away in a minuscule box
not as faceted as once thought
on a shelf now gathering dust
another trinket now misplaced
sparkling less as it all fades

memories that once meant much
now that need has long since gone
wipe away the cobwebbed songs
forgotten lines and sing song tunes
all I ever thought of you
shattered shades of dark dark blue

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double-edged words

wielding, slashing releasing my wrath
rhyming prose my double-edged hack
releasing all this pent-up anger
directed at my own weaknesses

berating, lambasting where it seethes
even though I saw, I failed to see
with every withdrawal and your repose
a shield you use that causes my blows

the sweetest gift you could have left
this one I use to pen and reflect
the only one who has let me down
is the one in the mirror staring back

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dreams

she wove the clouds into a gossamer lace
trapping her love there forever
tending, rendering all of her heart
to one whose thoughts were barren

sighing, crying, realizing
that it was not to be
erasing, debasing what once was
she set her lover free
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AWOL (absent without love)

"He went over the hill, Sergeant."
"Are you sure, did you search the barracks?"
"Yes, only personal possessions are missing.
Photographs, cd's...that kind of stuff."
"File the reports, Private."
"I was so sure this one had the right stuff,
Sergeant, and would go the distance."
"There is no such thing, as a sure thing.
You should know that by now!"
"What should I do with what is left?"
"Box it and trash it. Anything left behind will not be missed"

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once

once, from high in the mountains
your song rained down on me
drops splattering my soul

I got lost in the fantasy, thoughts
of you tied with fragile spun dreams
bound by the depth of your love

unlacing the ribbon, you look within
with tenderness, you take my heart
uniting it with yours

now, this love blooms, flowers strewn
nourished by the rain and sun
in the valley inside

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Worry

It serves no purpose
Helps not my thought
Wondering  about resolve
All the while,
My stomach in knots
What will be; is
 
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addiction

and so it begins....
my withdrawal from an addiction
that causes so much pain,
frustration and confusion
as I bounce off
of these barbed-wire walls
I know I am strong enough
to finally break free

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amber ambiguity

in amber ambiguity
how sweetly it unravels
till there is nothing left behind
just the weeded path I traveled

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befuddled

in the middle it all muddles
like warm milk that is curdled
once it cuddled all soft and swaddled
no longer a rhyme, no, more a riddle
a heart that somehow becomes rattled
a canoe adrift without the paddles
a bucking horse without a saddle
a losing team that needs a huddle
in the midst a great big puddle
seems it was always a losing battle
it just moans with its death rattle
all of this leaving me befuddled

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addendum

I had forgotten...
the sweet smells
lilacs in full bloom
freshly mowed grass
tulips and roses in bloom
springtime in the Midwest
the smells of childhood return
and the comforts I had left behind

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fluent

in sarcasm I am fluent
it rolls glibly off my tongue
metaphors tumble freely about
like windows and sliding doors
sometimes I get in trouble
cause my answers are just too flip
that is the reason I write
I can always delete it!

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fire

stoke this fire
that continues to burn
with every dance
with every word
keep it hot
let the embers fly
igniting all
that is close by
dance near my flame
touch this heat
keep it burning
feed this need

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silver lining

I guess the silver lining
is that I learn humility
once more I forgive
love falls at your feet
roping with your lariat
more than you'll ever need

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black knight

glorious is your victory
no prisoners do you take
as the notches keep getting deeper
with each heart that you break
on every single battlefield
in the midst of the moonlight
the black knight is still standing
as he captures the flag of white
the dying and the wounded
suffering from shell-shock
and he turns the golden key
on a heart that remains locked

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missing

do you feel like something is missing?
things you can't understand
like it's hiding in white shadows
part of a hidden master plan

do you get all that you're seeking?
feel you've stumbled upon some gold
is it all you've ever wanted?
what a crystal ball foretold

do you know it when you see it?
can you keep what you have found?
can you realize your dreams?
and wrestle them to the ground

can you see the storm is raging?
is it there when the sun is rising?
as the monsoon is slowly fading
does it break on your horizon?

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vial

needle in to fill the vial
crimson it is drawn
as I wait with apprehension
a true test of fate's great yawn

lighter is the dawning
the moon a clouded maze
pushed from the sky by sunlight
as you begin a phaze

the crimson fluid tells nothing
of what will come to pass
no antibodies warning
in the crystal vase

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seeds

as your dreams materialize
mine continue to diminish
seeds planted in rocky soil
although the rain continues to fall
the nurturing sun shines warm
mother nature works against me
as does cupid and his bow
nothing grows in this valley

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cadence

once...
I wrote a song for you
lyrics sung of crescent moons
of stars on ceilings glowing, too
all of this I did for you

once...
I took a long shot chance
when you asked me for a dance
mirrors reflected a sideways glance
adding to the ambiance

once...
I had a vivid dream
perfectly the cadence rings
a concerto played by only strings
kindred are the spirits that sing

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exiled

I do my best, but I don't succeed
I get what I want, but not what I need
and I'm so tired, but I can't sleep
cause when I do, I start to dream

what is it you feel when I touch your face?
what you're looking for, and have replaced
what I feel tossed, like discarded waste
I've played it wrong, and made mistakes

you said when I come, I bring the rain
no afterglow, or sweet refrain
from my love you will abstain
exiled from your heart's domain

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Second Amendment

please, Mr. President
don't take my 9 away
right now it is my right
and I shoot most every day

I use it very wisely
I would never take a life
aren't there bigger issues?
you've got larger fish to fry!

what would I do without it?
where will frustrations go?
shooting at a target
is the best way that I know!

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