Poets, they may come and go

While others are here to stay

And though some you’ll never know

The ones you meet…change your fate

Such were my travels when I was Deep Underground

The harder side of poetry was never the same

When I met a man from Portugal, Mr. Bond

With poetic skill and craft…

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There is a nostalgia in her eyes

Like the memory of a million heartbeats echoing through time

A story untold through a near glassy glacial glance

Cold and warm all at once

Reaching out in the night

In the vast expanse there is a sigh

It’s as if there is a secret from the universe waiting to escape

You can almost imagine it as it…

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sending messages to other trees through there roots

talking quietly, lest the mortals listening will know their story

my soul whispers my dreams to their leaves

ever stoic, they never tell anyone

one might think they are lone soldiers

but this isn’t true; they are connected through their umbilicus to the Earth

they have…

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I’ve always said she’s been a voice of reason

When times got so befuddled and rough

She’s been an artistic inspiration

A lyrical sister who knows her stuff

She’s got a passion for…ars poetica

She has been supportive and perceptive

Even when others have tried her patience

She’s been up-front, honest and…

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Across Multiverses

Somewhere out in the world right now

A woman is opening the door

Getting bad news as she holds her children

While somewhere in a different universe

She is welcoming her husband home

And maybe somewhere in the multiverse

He is still searching for her…

Somewhere in the world right now

A child is…

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Seven. I cant remember when the last time I had sex.

Six. How in the world will we thrive?

Five. Survive the foul odor?

Four. The smell hung in the air unrelenting-ly.

Three. I can see from here the road youll travel.

Two. The last gravel drive.

One… then there was none

“He didn’t make it home.”, I heard over the phone as the quiet was deafening.

“Where could he be? Its now past three in the morning!”

The sheriff just pulled up. He asked for a cup of coffee.

“Old man died today, when he hit a tree. No skid marks were seen.…

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Asked the tree to the flower, “Do you charge by the hour, for the sweet supplies you feed her?”

“No” said the flower, “she brings to my heart the messages sent from my lover.”

Now in full…

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Blueberry crush dripping purple juice across the white linen cloth.

Chocolate covered cherries with stems scattered across the lace layered fabric.

Peach gush fountain with splattered droplets sticky sweet.

Orange tango dancing sour circles around the tongue.

Rewriting Memory

if time listened to me

I’d ask it to give me more time

so that all the happy memories feel strong longer

and last longer

to the point my soul would feel sublime

if time heard my reasons

then all the melancholic days would be a blast

everything sad would then be on the upside

with great…

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This isn’t a competition.

There is room for more than one.

Actually, there’s room for everyone.

°

You are creating the lack

in your imagination.

Remember the loaves and fishes?

If we share,

there is always enough.

4/30/26

Fibers entwined… holding us together…

Sinew attachment… holding peace together…

You are very much in my thoughts

and meditations…

You are one of the reasons I started

writing poetry again…

You are one of the best people

I ever knew…

I love you…

<#3

Free Spirits: The Standard [OO7]

Ghost riding the night
black car sky of stars
streetlights beneath nights

a consciousness of darkness

revolutions of evolutions

within wombs of nothingness
versed in search for birth
embarkations of ink formations
beheld in unfolding held

in eyes of beholders born to be bold
born to be storms

far outside the forms

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Free Spirit

I'm a free spirit, so I'm told

born in a body, caged for a living
free to get shackled to some body's striving
free to fulfill the old body's needs
free to react to other bodies' deeds
free to embody whatever's within reach
free to follow what incarnate idiots preach

I'm a free spirit, it's allegedly dharma
born as a soul in…

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Words are magic.

We use them flippantly,

Without realizing their power.

°

Power lies within

the word.

How is there power within words?

Because of what is hidden

deep inside.

°

The meaning,

feeling,

and intent,

are wrapped up in the word.

°

They are a cloak

that we can recognize.

They are a disguise for

the true essence

underneath.

4/29/26

Flows river from eyes

Cleanse my soul

Rewriting Memory

There comes a time when we cross a certain threshold

Like reaching higher ground and seeing the road behind

It’s as if the map we held had several detours

Some were needless while trying to find peace of mind

And maybe those diversions were necessary

Sometimes guidance and advice will fall on deaf ears

But we…

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Writer’s Shock: Pennants of the Present

You were genuinely shocked to see

of the pure of heart
of which you are

You are truly a knight in my sight

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Writer’s Shock

His work was discovered after he died

books sold in millions once he was dead 
and all of the agents who never replied 
along with the publishers shrugged and said 
He was only discovered after he died...
  
If only we’d known! the literary world cried
He could have been fed, might still be alive 
big name, great brand,…

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An emotional abyss.

Struck by passion but drowning in apathetic tides of mediocrity.

Grief or love, they walk hand in hand.

Friend stay close

I see you.

On That Day

his machine heart came to rest

she listened with an ear to his chest

room of lovers to tomb of lover in breadth of breath

with time…

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Lover’s Relief

Whirling ink blot across radar

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Am I falling behind?

Sometimes it feels that way.

Maybe I just need to unwind,

discover more ways to play.

°

Sometimes the pressure

sneaks up on me—

before I know it,

it’s there.

This is when I need to “just be”

before life becomes more than I can bear.

4/28/26

Rewriting Memory

Maybe the voice of reason I heard in those days

Was my own in the future traveling back in time

And maybe the memory now in the present

Are the restless trolls I once tried to keep in line

But something sounds so much clearer and different

As if the years fine-tuned the…

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There Will Be This Day

when one of us wakes up in the morning

and the other is no longer there
it may well happen with little warning

it'll be a strange day, merely dawning 
an unsettling future into which we stare 
when only one of us wakes up that morning

will there be ominous clues storming 
when grief and loneliness hang in the air? 
it…

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StarShips of Thought

Canals opening to ships sails

others a seeming dream

of detached shadows

observing the scenes
dream in a web of dreams
beam in light projected beams

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May your fires always burn with yearning to learn

May your smile shine when twisting paths turn
And you are tested to see if you are bested
May every crooked path be made straight by faith

Let cleansing rains infuse into tears of joy
May you always honor the choice of the inner voice
And every day find your way more and more in…

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Spend time with nothing.

Spend time doing nothing.

Our fear of laziness

prevents us from accomplishing

something out of nothing.

There is more potential in doing nothing

than in doing something.

Something comes from nothing.

Without nothing,

there would be nothing.

Because of nothing—

we have something.

We shouldn’t be so quick to…

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Rewriting Memory

I’ve said it many times, over, and over again

Guilt is a needless load to carry forever

The solution comes in asking for forgiveness

Or you else can’t go on happily with new endeavors

And though it’s all in the past you never forget

Understanding that there are life lesson which never end…

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Rewriting Memory

Blink…I blinked slowly and the years went by

faster than anything I could have imagined

Reminiscing about those old wistful days

envisioning the now and how it happened

In dash a lot of memories come back

like a bright flash of lightning lighting the road

Every synapse and neuron…

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Lover’s Relief

I am in love with what’s

out of reach
the shadow of a cloud 
the man in the moon
my unlived lives
the fantasy of peace
life passes by like a slippery dream 
searching for stillness in my heart
wondering how to not say 
what I shouldn’t say too soon 
shall I stretch my comfort zone 
or is the zone stretching me?
I live a…

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Look towards the sky.

The heavens declare the wonders of the universe.

If you gaze long enough,

you will find yourself in the stars.

If you listen long enough,

you will understand the ways of the moon.

If you reflect long enough,

you will see your light in the radiance of the sun.

°

From a certain perspective,

this world can make you…

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Rewriting Memory

Blink…I blinked slowly and the years went by

faster than anything I could have imagined

Reminiscing about those old wistful days

envisioning the now and how it happened

In dash a lot of memories come back

like a bright flash of lightning lighting the road

Every synapse and neuron…

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Limited.

Hard.

Travel the path.

Walked.

Step.

Education sets stones.

Unmoved.

Read.

Happy families are all alike

unhappy families are each 
unhappy in their own way
Tolstoy famously claimed 
and followed up with a novel 
to proffer his bold scheme

the final words on this claim 
– fact or fiction – are written
in the bones of every kin and soul
in the blood of their own ménage
a truth I can read in my…

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Are you

a friend

or foe?

I still don’t know.

°

Should I trust you

or not?

What if

you’re all I’ve got?

°

I’m not sure

what to think anymore.

Should I still

be keeping score?

°

If I learn

to release?

Will I find

some peace?

°

If I let go?

Will it help me

to grow?

4/25/26

Don’t stand. RUN or be moved not of will but of force.

A powerful dance surrounds the unwitting. Marionettes of God before they fly away.

Wild and passion to the core of cacophony tuneing for the next production.

Stay in the house, safe behind 4 walls. Oh, but Life is rich and will play on.

Rewriting Memory

The mutual understanding between kindred spirits

It’s like a language spoken at a higher plane

Even in silence there’s respect and admiration

When in retrospect we know we all felt the same

Amidst reverence and passionate veneration

There’s also a devotion that consumes the soul

As if…

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Pilgrim’s Blessing

May your cascade of failures reach the sky
May you ask for grace to eat humble pie
May sunshine return after the darkest night
And moons lift your moods on a tide of light

May the bread you eat fulfill your dreams
And wild fires burn away what has never been
Let the water of life wash you down and up
May well-springs flow…

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A Love Poem

A place in the heart a space in the heart

even after aeons of waves agains stone

still believe in soul mates and fate

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What you call delusional,

I call confidence.

What you call crazy,

I call freedom.

°

I know I challenge

your long held assumptions.

It’s not out of malice;

it’s simply my nature.

°

You might think I’m sadistic;

that I enjoy watching you squirm.

When the truth is:

I’d love to relieve you of your discomfort.

°

I don’t long to see you veer off…

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Dreamers Anonymous: The Dreamer Collective

The dreamer-collective enter the room

exchanging greetings of the meetings
deepest embrace face shining upon face

filling each chair fully present and there

conductor beginning with a prayer
circulating the circuit of the circle
coming alive having only one side
the awakening of a heavenly hive

the first…

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Life/Death & Paradoxes

[you got no heart and soul!]

I said
to an educated person

who then tried to gaslight me

a response of silence

I was looking for brevity

and that is what I found
indeed such things lead

to aphorisms and neologisms
- soulempty -
I rather like that one indeed
there is also the concept

of the reptilian

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Alone, he spent his final years in a nursing home, with bad…

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