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I Am A Lonely Traveler

admin — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 13:42:00 +0000

I am a lonely traveler
I wonder what the world is really like.
I hear different languages spoken
I see different colors of races.
I want to know what is in their mind.
I am a lonely traveler.

I pretend to understand what they are saying.
I feel I am lost in a world of dreams.
I touch my face and feel my pulse and find I am not in dreams
I worry what the world will be like tomorrow..
I am a lonely traveler.

I understand it is hard work to travel.
I say to myself Ill hold on to it.
I try to see what is mostly needed from me.
I hope the world will be full of love.
I am a lonely traveler.

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Birch Moon

admin — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 13:40:11 +0000

Something to do with January,
something to do with after New Year.
Something to do with trying to make plans
for the year that never turn out,
but having to make them anyway.

Bootstrapping back to existence after
the duties of sonhood, husbandhood.
The hands moving faster on every clock,
especially the little one in the corner
of the computer screen.

Something names itself and gives meaning
under the duvet of last years expectation.
Fifteen togs of keeping your eye on the ball.
Gas fires of ideas writing themselves.

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Begin

admin — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 04:19:55 +0000

and so this a beginning (I seem
to know no other way, except the again and again)
racked up on top of every other beginning
all the way back to conception.

The again and again, a movement away
from confidence in the certainties,
to a confidence in beginning again
in the unknowing fog of the day which presents
itself, racking itself on top of every other day.
I use my fingertips feeling into it,
I have done this before and am confident
that the only thing I know
is that is as different as the last.

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You’ve Got To Get In To Get Out

admin — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 04:11:24 +0000

The world will impinge into your need
for silence, into your prayers. In the hardest seconds
of your life, your neighbours will be drunk,
booming hip-hop through thin inconvenient walls.

At the lighting of your candles, in the moment
you need to focus the apex of your flame,
the voice of the Holy Spirit, someone
will be vacuuming, talking, ringing up change,
a bin wagon bleeping as it reverses, builders
swearing into the distance you put by pulling into
yourself. It sounds like they are calling your name

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Facing You

admin — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 11:30:14 +0000

We cannot tame the wind or the sea. Cannot
make them roll or blow our way. Taming ourselves
comes first, then we may laugh at them, scream at them.

We cannot tame those we wish to love. Cannot
make them roll or blow our way, but we can laugh
with them, scream with them, or break them in the taming
we try, which should be the fixing of ourselves.

We cannot tame love, or the wind, or the sea, we are not
here for long enough. There will always be these things.
Our joy comes from being the flash, the spark in the eye
of forever. Forever is grown too old to laugh and scream.

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Eyes

admin — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 14:33:54 +0000

Eyes are witnessed
Eyes are watched
Eye can speak what a person wants
But cannot show what the person wants
An eye can be read with emotions
But eye never proves it to live in it.
Eye can make a person walk
Eye can make a person stop
Its the maturity an eye speaks
But its hardly the next person standing besides understands
Eye being the most important part of our body
Because it brings to how he looks at a person it live it by
Even the beginning of life and last moments its speaks a lot
To the memories that live forever for some one else to speak it by.
Eye can speak the reality of life
But can never represent the life.

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Create

admin — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 06:09:57 +0000

To create is to destroy
To create is to hurt
Life is lucrative if you work it to be
Life is monotonous if you live it to be.
To be serious is to think
To be happy is to live by
To laugh to happy
To cry to sorrow
To love is to create
To create is to live in to the reality.

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Cry

admin — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 04:42:43 +0000

A cry can make people laugh
A cry can make people sad
A cry can speak many things
A cry can keep people quiet
A cry can speak emotion
But leaves it on until the end
A cry can drop many tears
But later its submerged in true reality
A cry can spell the value of the person
But it cant show the reality of the person.

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Countless

admin — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 14:25:56 +0000

Countless are the times you live for someone
Countless are the times you would never forget
Countless are the times you do for them
But never let the time for me to live by.
Countless are the times spent for somebody
But never let it showed by.
Countless are times one works hard
But the output very few understand.
Treasure each and every moment
For the reason to pick the life by

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Life

admin — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 13:28:20 +0000

Life is a persona to live
Life is a persona to predict
Life is to depart
Life is to arrive.
Changing a track from one to another is not life
But how people live it to take their life by
Life can move from a fast track to slow track
But life cannot make so easily from slow track to fast track.

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