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Substance
Alone in need of something real substance lasting for ever and ever God hears my prayer he reaches out I reach out we both come together on a plain we’re in the same dimension for a short moment can it last yes and no I don’t see him I don’t feel him I don’t smell him I can’t touch him I don’t taste him I don’t hear him I can I do same thing in that bread and wine yeah you’ve got it right there!
Flying
Walking outside cascading down a waterfall jumping through hoops running at full speed then tumbling over in a somersault. Mooching for a bite slobbering a drink of water cooped up in a chicken house don’t know what happiness is after all. Taking flying lessons from a vice president oh funny how you roll with it just want to fly forget all the paperwork and responsibility I just want to blast off!
Me
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Loving
My love started small,
With my family.
My mind learned,
But my heart was afraid
To venture out
Into the unknown.
To trust, to care,
To ask, to share—
There is risk in love.
One can always be rejected.
Sometimes,
One is misunderstood.
Sometimes,
It is a game,
For some people.
And for some,
It’s for high stakes,
From reputation,
To finances,
To children.
Broken love
Can be very costly
To all sides.
But love is worth
All the loss
That can follow it.
As a wise person said,
“Better to have loved, and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.”
Summer Stroll
Meander along
The old country path
Between the oaks,
Wearing Spanish moss in their hair.
The breeze stirs up
The dusty pollen
You give a sneeze,
As you gaze at the trees.
Life bubbles out
Of every crevice.
Ants march along
On a mission.
Gnats swarm around
Your sweaty forehead.
Moths and butterflies
Dance above the shrubs.
Wildflowers decorate
The in-between.
I whistle a humble tune,
And kick a few pebbles
Down the path.
The sun peeks through the trees,
But the shade covers us.
Perhaps, we should head back,
And have a glass of sweet tea.
Revealed
Drop a clue
Into the blue horizon
Dance on the soft surface
Of my earthly reminisce.
Close the door.
Lay on the floor.
Call her name
Into the halls of memory.
Rest your mind.
Relax your spine.
Render your key
With a softly whispered plea.
Then oh so gently,
Tell me what you see.
Jungle Rhythm
Tick, tock.
I close my eyes, and sway
To the gentle rhythm
Of drums in the distance,
As the clocks tick
And keep the beat.
My heart beats—
Fascinating rhythm!
Do you feel the breeze
Blowing through the trees,
Humming to a tune,
Catching my hand
As it sways back and forth
Above the tall grass,
Swaying in the breeze?
I ask you, please?
Come with me, and jump
From tree to tree!
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See Ya
Swivel to the right. I’m a master of flight
Don’t touch me, or I’ll break you down.
Can you see the light in me?
Can you grasp the cloudy clue?
Damn, the same thang comes round.
Every time, we sigh. I just missed it.
Rewind that high, plaster my breath
On your face. Don’t check it.
Close the frame. Play that game.
Twist it on top. Ride the wind to my—
Castle on the mountaintop, oh, see ya.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 