Reposting some of my favorite poems.
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This journey has taken its toll
My body, older, less agile
Struggles as it faces
The cold, the rain, and...
uncertainty.
Yet, my heart knows where I must be.
As I shed these ill-considered
Personal choices, commitments,
And, yes, relationships
I find myself inner resolve, focused
On what I know
Is best for me.
What I seek has been inside of me
All along, ...and, now,
It will be fulfilled, and
I'll be transformed into who
and where I'm meant to be.
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This journey has taken its toll
My body, older, less agile
Struggles as it faces
The cold, the rain, and...
uncertainty.
Yet, my heart knows where I must be.
As I shed these ill-considered
Personal choices, commitments,
And, yes, relationships
I find myself inner resolve, focused
On what I know
Is best for me.
What I seek has been inside of me
All along, ...and, now,
It will be fulfilled, and
I'll be transformed into who
and where I'm meant to be.
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I have been in love in numberless forms, numberless times.
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade itself.
I take you a gift, which you wear in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
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The melody will not be denied,
Gleaned from dreams,
Crafted with skill and grace.
The tune reveals itself in black on white,
Echoing into ivory,
While a full moon prowls rakish clouds.
The stillness outside belies the churn within,
The refrain encases the song,
As darkness unlocks perfect symphonies.
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A red brick chimney
protrubes from a gray roof.
Like a periscope;
these homes are all submarines,
on these urban ocean floors.
Maybe we are deep sea divers,
with trees of waving kelp.
As we walk these trenchs
serving as our streets.
With each step we swim,
breathing water.
And somewhere far above
is real air, with a bright sky and sun.
We could see so clearly,
and look down
at the murky depths we left behind.
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