poetry
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Healer (1998)
My bones drumbeat Calling on the healer Stirring in my body Ancient knowledge of many Taking roots in my wisdom. I listen to the drums beating The Serenity Prayer In the pits of my being. The healer takes notice Unknown to the wisdom Forgotten knowledge stored away I see in the reflection Somehow I understand Continue reading
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Body Bag – Self Expression Series (2002)
She left the house on a cloudy day With shades on her pretty face Last night I heard her cry next door And he said but babe we took a vow For better or for worse I really did not mean to hurt you It is just that my worse is when I am drunk. Continue reading
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Beltway – (Inside the Beltway Series) – 4.19.2011
Stuck clock on the wall, Wondering, pondering If there is anything past the last call. Brick wall on the building, Standing, meandering When there was time that moved. Stoic building across the beltway Glowering, towering Where there was my back yard. Circular beltway tightening neck Choking, suffocating Blown away by all things flushed. Going in Continue reading
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Son of Appalachia (8.3.2011)
Father, I am a son of Appalachia just like you I know that I am not the perfect son that lived But my promise to you is true as the righteous son Assuming his place and role that you have defined for me Just like the fathers of Appalachia have done for their sons My Continue reading
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Confusing
Duplexity Two story high One exposed; one hidden. Complexity Through Seven Corners Seven exposed openings of emotions. Flexibility Two sets of clothings When they are not looking. Responsibility Looking at the mirror Hidden shadows on the face. Agility Balancing all life Holding a baby while slipping. Continue reading
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A Glimpse of Beauty
I was the next car at the stop sign When the SUV infront of me made a right turn It was my turn to stop. I stopped and looked right and left But something made me look straight ahead At the grassy mound in front of me. As my heart skpiied a beat My lips Continue reading
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The Child
I was called an alley child Eating out of trash cans and soup kitchens I ran drugs back and forth To homes that fed me from their trash cans. I was called the demon child Fighting my folks back as they locked me out I broke into a neighbors house For some warmth coming from Continue reading
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A Day in Life and Death
She was driven one dawn by her folks To one of those secret houses Where daffodils and pansys grow in the spring From the outside a swing on the porch. Oh so young, so unfortunate, so criminal Chanted the people on the pavement As the sun broke through the sky And the cars started going Continue reading