SANCTUARY 1

The first five pomes I have ever wrtten:

The spider spun inspiration
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Can words describe how I feel?
Do words have the power to heal?

With this enigma in mind
I find myself peering
Deep into the composition
Of a spider's woven silky web

A wholly intricate design
I realize this is a sign
The arachnid has spun
Its lavishly proficient symbol

The perfect metaphor
The web of words available
To tap into and utilize
For personal self expression

Like the spider
I too can spin my own lines
Revolve thoughts into words
Giving birth to my glistening web

Upon this sudden revelation
I pick up pen and paper
Open heart and mind
And allow my spirit to speak

Words can describe how I feel
And they do have the power to heal

The sky is free
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The sky is free.
It's essence calls to me
On a warm sunny day.

When the wind starts to blow
I already know
I will soar.

A storm approaches during day.
Still I do not delay
In a yearning to be one with the wind.

I take a deep breath
And in flows life
What a natural high.
Body is on the ground
But mind and spirit are in the sky.

Onward the wind will blow.
And when it's time to die
My spirit will remain eternal
in the sky.

What will that be like?

A priceless experience
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Don't take what you have for granted

I found myself sitting in a park
one evening about dark

As my thoughts began to wander
Over the dad I never had

When I heard a father raise a vioce to his son
My thoughts suddenly went asunder

The little boy frowned
As these words I found

Little boy if only you knew
I would give up a year

Just to hear
My father yell

Don't take what you have for granted

So Don't be sad
Go to bed tonight glad

Sleep warm and know
There is safety all around

Wake up tomorrow grateful
Look at your father and smile

And know that nothing
Can compare to or measure to him

Don't take what you have for granted

For you he would lay down his life
Don't be naive and wander why

And when you are grown
Sitting in a park one day like me

Look back on what forever you'll own
A priceless experience

Oh little boy
How I long to tell you these things

Don't take what you have for granted

Kneel to your conscience
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Tonight your conscience comes calling
Last November comes knocking
(Pause)

It's just turned two
All alone in bed except your conscience and you

Time to deal with the shame
You have no one to blame

Because at night
The mind takes flight

No place to hide
Nowhere to run
(pause)

Time to dwell on the selfish needs
That makes you do those dirty deeds

To all that have been taunted
It's time to be haunted

Nobody thinks you'll ever pay
For all the nasty things you say

Never caring about the lives in need of repair
After the damage you've done

But what's hidden from others
Now comes to light

The silence around you is deafening
The darkness is piercing
(Pause)

At night
Your mind takes flight

No time to heal
To the conscience it's time to kneel

So now you'll remember
What you did last November
(Pause)

No escape from yourself
As you pray for daylight

Find your sanctuay
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An artist will paint his picture
A dancer does the dance
The actor plays the role
And I have discovered the power of the word
This is our sanctuary

The sky turns dark
Seasons will change
The weather can be cold
But here it is warm
Humans grow old

Buildings may collapse
Old problems come back to relapse
Children are born
Stars are created
Some people are hated
In my possession is the authority of the word
The power to be heard
This happens in the sanctuary

Here what is blocked
Can become unlocked
There will always be questions
Perhaps not enough answers

But that's okay
An artist will paint his picture
A dancer does the dance
The actor plays the role
I write words
We are in our sanctuary

The special place
To utilize our creative space
Look inside yourself and reach out
Find the sanctuary that awaits

Everybody has one

12-25-2005