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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it was you

my hair tumbles down, falling across your face
that look in your eye, the warm embrace
a honey sweet kiss, passion such as this
silhouettes from the candles that burn
cool air from the fan blades that turn

it wasn't just the stars, that glowed that night
or the moon that was hung, for us in the sky
it wasn't just the music, that only we heard
it was all of this and much, much more
that was the night I fell in love
it was all of this and more,

it was you

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zoom

sometimes all the day to day

stuff that you can't put away

never ending, no fung shui

no time for even a coffee break

Monday's like this aren't any fun

time for zoom, you gotta run

please no questions, not even one 

wrap it up, so I get done

the drive home is not too bad

not the worst day that you've had

all ideas from your launch pad

made the bosses pretty glad

home at last, now where's my wine?

time to free the working mind

spinning wheels that once did grind

bounced off you as I unwind

you smile, you nod, you fill my glass

as I am running out of gas

he says "honey, that is past

enjoy the evening, let it pass"

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fung shui

I opened up some boxes
in this vast, echoing chamber
had a little white elephant sale
ridding some of the old treasures
rearranged the pieces left
redecorated all fung shui
and discovered there's plenty of room
for what will come my way

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home

a beautiful day, when we touch down

rent a car to get around

I remember the roads, but not the way

the GPS will this display

a 40 minute drive, that doesn't change

too much traffic is in the way

we arrive just after dark

and there it is, the lasting spark

they look different, but so do I

family and friends, my old allies

we hug real tight and kiss the air

and I am happy, I am here

my Midwest haunts, from years ago

bring happiness from times I've known

a short little visit that revives my soul

lasting forever after I get home

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all done

on a three legged stool I sit real still
perched and silent on a very high hill
the sun starts to rise above the peaks
making no promise of what is to be

antelope and doe roam around all day
the bucks stay hidden not too far away
knowing that they are not free to roam

if they want to stay in this forest loam

my naked eye can spot doe a plenty
all the wrong sex, I ain't gettin any
my browning scope tells tales of none
looks like all of the bucks have run

in my dreams, I am waiting still
for any size rack to crest the hills
but still there isn't, not one single one
even though today, the hunt is all done
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eclipsed

so this is where you are 

and this is where we meet 

between unsure and unknown 

streets paved with unrealized dreams 

did I hear you say that it's wrong 

or was it something's not quite right 

where could we have gone 

but where we did that night 

you stopped far short of love

the words never crossed your lips

your sun blocks out my moon 

and hope is totally eclipsed 

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on track

the stories that you told your head

to keep your heart on track

the bridges that you lit on fire

to keep from going back

a relationship you thought you knew

overlooking deep, deep cracks

drawing the cord much tighter and tighter

to take up all the slack

when I was sure of nothing

or certain of anything else

things were very crazy

I was unsure of myself

I knew it wasn't worth it

those feelings I would shelf

I decided to play those cards

the ones I had been dealt

even while I was running

no place that I could hide

what little you did offer

was at best misguided

the times that you ignored me

all the while I let it slide

when I saw the real you

I put my love aside

the ruins that you left behind

the lyrics without sounds

all the leaves, on Midwest trees

that turned from green to brown

putting away the caricature

of all I thought I found

sending one last message

saying please don't come around

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midwest

flying home to my roots 

back to the Midwest 

where I spent my childhood 

reconnecting with family 

with friends old and new 

reinforcing my core 

lifting my spirits my very essence 

during the day I drive past corn fields 

knee high with thick, straight rows 

I smell the fresh mown grass 

the lawns green and fresh 

a memory from long ago

 

in the evenings 

I see lightening bugs 

nonexistant in the southwest 

and when I leave 

I lock these treasures in my heart 

the memories in my soul

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silent stars

silent stars shoot across dark sky
a comet's death, lonely they die
like hopes that fade, all
beliefs that wane, quickly
in the blink of an eye

I once believed in fairy tales
of a savior prince, the wall he scales
rhymes once written long ago
they're not true, this I now know
fantasy in gory detail

the moon rises high in velvety night
twinkling stars enhance my plight
do I look for happily ever after?
braving disaster after disaster
trying to rid this stage fright

silent stars shoot across dark sky

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anonymous darkness

we make love
in anonymous darkness
we touch and feel our way
a pioneered path

a trail blazed long ago
a path we both know
a love we both feel

no light needed
except the one ignited
as our love burns

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a summer made of dreams

all those things that now are dreams
walks in the rain and jumping streams
laying on the beach under star-lit nights
that summer made of love's highlights
now the leaves drop from the trees

upon us winter begins its creep
dropping hands, tides that neap
laying there, not able to sleep
the years fly and time passes by

all of the golden plans we made
a future strong, that wouldn't fade
that blurs as it grows tired and cold
extinguished like the candles glow
where did all of those hopes go?
that summer made of sweetest dreams
the leaves drop, again, from many trees
and winter, again, begins its creep
the years fly quick and love passes by

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July

you brought warmth
that melted ice and snow
a long winter shortened
with a different kind of glow

learning the nuisance,

all there was of me

taking my hand, showing what could be
that July

you stayed through the spring
summer and autumn too
a heartfelt poem
not a quick haiku
winter comes again
no longer winter blues
because of that July
when I met you

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undone

and while they sleep, it slips away

the dreams and prayers of yesterday

not a sigh or whisper comes

at what continues to be undone

children that shall not be born

no baby cries that will be mourned

kids in schools that should be safe

indoctrination takes that space

boys will be girls and girls to boys

listen closely to the white noise

don't listen to parents, listen to me

they think they know what's best for thee

as they scrub the web and scrub your mind

leaving all of our past behind 

a rainbow promise that once God gave

now significant to the depraved

those that think and those that know

can't see a shining afterglow

refusing to break, refusing to bend

to coming destruction at the end

our twilight that no longer gleams

fits nicely in their scheme of things

intruders given more than some

what is their quest; their last end run?

as a free world that will cease to be

beyond the pale of darkest seas

the chain is broken, link by link

by those that push them to the brink

and while they sleep, it slips away

the dreams and prayers of yesterday

not a sigh or whisper comes

at what continues to be undone

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tiles

my life is Scrabble
random words with not much sense
redraw, start from scratch

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embedded

I ran a scan for infestations 

looking to rid all complications

viruses through my heart still course 

the heartaches there and much remorse

the scan says all herein is clean 

I think it's wrong...

that's what I believe 

or it's embedded way too deep 

I know it's there 

I feel it seep

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headstrong

maybe, I'm impulsive
a little too headstrong
I do what my gut tells me
it's never proved me wrong
heading blindly onward
a path with twists and turns
sometimes I get lucky
sometimes crash and burn

my mother once did tell me
"you always land on your feet"
like a cat with many lives
persevering without retreat
this isn't always easy
my brain has many tabs
and all of them are open
as each idea it grabs

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dead letter

somewhere, close to the very end
to protect, a lover pretends
faking what is now long gone
cutting losses and moving on
taking what we get from the stress
stamp it, mail it, to the wrong address
ending up in the dead-letter office

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hold on

is there anything left to say
that hasn't already been said?
is there anything left to hear
a song that hasn't been sung?
is there anything left to feel
way down inside your soul?
if there is, now is the time
baby, hold on or let me go

are there anymore steps to learn
to this dance we do?
are there any other reasons
that I should hold on to?
are there anymore quarters
to this dark side of the moon?
if there is, now is the time
baby, hold on or let me go

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thoughtless

thoughtless words
thoughtless deeds
thoughtless reasons
we disagree

I put you first
but not you me
another slight
you do not see

do you love me?
or not so much
saying the words
are not enough

show me how
you really feel
show me what
we have is real

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Foreigner

A foreigner in my own life
A passport not yet stamped
The language that is spoken
One I don’t understand

I slipped across the border
An undetected alien
No guide that can help
Here in this strange land

Maybe I needed a visa
I should have thought this through
I thought it would be easier
Didn't know I'd face a coup

Situations that plague me
No maps or GPS
No clues to the future
Or immunity from stress

I need an eponymous agreement
A neutral intervention
To get me back to reality
To block this blind perception

A nefarious situation
Pointing every way but out
A situation that’s hopeless
Of this I have no doubts

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hero

I'm not looking for a hero
a knight in shining armor
someone to solve my problems
the worries of my world

I'm looking for a hand to hold
when nights are long and cold
a lover that can warm me
as I lay in his arms

someone to sing a love song
only meant for me
I don't need a hero
you are what I need

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Demons

trying hard to fight the urge
But you have no strength
it all starts to wear you down
causing you to overthink

you know it’s gonna leave a scar
but that’s the pain you need

from the wounds that are profuse
once the gashes start to bleed

when the boat is sinking
there aren't enough life vests
do you save yourself?
or try to save the rest?

you try to fight the demons
but you have no cape
or super hero powers
to get out of this scrape

when you want to give in
cause it’s the easy thing to do
people always wantin more
than there is to give of you

when you have a lot of doubts
and you can’t think straight
mind like a labyrinth
or a dense, foggy haze

then look to the heavens
and say a little prayer
look for the answers
you will find them there

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Justice

Manipulating justice
Breaking all the rules
Flouting and nefarious
Oblivious and a ruse

Never held accountable
Never had to pay
Never held as liable
Never to this day

Everything came easy
That’s till I met you
Changing how the game is played
Playing me the fool

All the things that I did wrong
Has come back now tenfold
I got exactly what I reaped
It’s on my heart’s threshold

I hope I learned a lesson
It’s to soon to say
My heart is still recovering
From when I was betrayed

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