Urban Oasis
8:15, Running early; My legs are stiff and aching, yearning to amble down the well worn path set before me. I succumb and proceed. The air is still as if time stands still;
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When; winter does wrestle death..?
When; winter does wrestle death..? Snow lies falling with petals bereft. Her mantle a meadows white lily Uprooting stars in heavens pity. Veils of fine silk they’re too spun to order…
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The garden
The garden is a living cell A Monet' of color and still reflection! Its life is onwards moving… But still like the sun forever in dusk or dawn: A theatre of hearts beating as one!
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Lest his pilgrim, sins do not inaugurate…
…Unnerve mine-eye. That I might see! That hand that stirs... Upon an unequivocal; sky and sea… Lead me through thy lowly pastoral gate. Lest this nomad’s world; does not abate.
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One More Day (prose poem)
Another day for a summer walk downtown, the two of them able to have watchers eye-clock them
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JOURNAL OF THE DREAMWEAVER - CULLEN PART 2
First chapter of a fantasy about a boy.
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Some
Some oh fuck moments are stone silent they don't crack the sound barrier before they meet the sea,
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You are, we are, I am
A pilots pocket catches on the autopilot switch, A surgeon dips for incision and slips. A mountain guide clocks the map upside-down and here is no water, only rock.
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Gardener
He shows you how to smudge the black fly from the bean flowers, points out the ant making off down the stem. He turns up leaves to find a little beetle shaped like a skin cell. Tortoiseshell.
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Let's celebrate
Construct monuments. Make them our faces. Cut us in granite at the moment the penny dropped.
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