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| 02 Sep 2006 08:11:02 am |
 My moments..a genesis |
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New tides bursting
across my brain
Creation crashing
across my brow
Little light and
no understanding
Wild stabs guessing
at it's nature
Witless pawn pretending
it's enthroned on reason
Just a bit of sand
Protozoan flashes
Of this, It..I am. |
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Category : The mystery of being
| By : Stanley |  Comments [411] |  Trackbacks [0] |
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| 02 Sep 2006 08:07:44 am |
| Waves in the ocean of being |
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Words are the minds waves
expressed in thoughts
We are all in the sea of ourselves
an ocean of being
expressing in words.
Prpoof of this when we watch the waves
at our seashores..
how it comforts and answeres
with beautiful patters of powerful shapes
that speak not..but don't have to..
As we seem to must..
A truth in simple coming in and going out
In every different crest and foamy way
We clutch and cry..
and try to hold life's truths,
our loves..our desires..
Yet coming in and going out they go
Breaking our hearts with their beauty..
In tearful flow..I to the seashore go
Too remember..the simple truth of
Life's coming in and going out... |
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Category : Existence
| By : Stanley | Comments [379] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 02 Sep 2006 08:02:34 am |
| River of Tears |
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A river of tears
kept secret from me
Yet, glints of it's
healing gold
every once in a while..
What steel to hold
my grief
from me does keep?
What gate to keep
me washed away
in it's remembrance?
What wound so deep
it cannot come
to free me
from this joy?
And rend my silly
single life,
what salvation or suicide
would it hold? |
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Category : The mystery of being
| By : Stanley | Comments [337] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 02 Sep 2006 07:58:49 am |
| Sitting in the Fog |
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The dreams I've missed..beyond recall
Pouring forth in these verses..
I'm adrift in the sweet tears
of a terrible gratitude..
For the whimsy of creations kisses
On my silly brow
My gray hair..
knitted and glowing..
not visited by dispair
very much.. |
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Category : All of it is making me up
| By : Stanley | Comments [395] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 02 Sep 2006 07:54:56 am |
| How oft shall I come to thee |
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How joft shall I come to thee
with flowers secretly in hand?
As long as time do I possess
Before food and drink
before breath and blood
Before honors, laurels,
And, when mortal time
and coin is spent
I shall come beloved
with a single petal
In this whithered hand..
And, beyond this time
Orion's belt
A garland of flowers
To You..from me...shall be. |
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Category : Love
| By : Stanley | Comments [365] | Trackbacks [0] |
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