Introspection Life Poems

What’s the content of our thought
save desires wherein heart’s caught?
We know desire mirrors fear,
blocking God from drawing near.

Instead of being silent,
why are we so violent,
spewing...

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Frayed mangled sparking wires                     ...

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Night breaking up for the sun to fall,
Its colorwise veil disperse on her snagged back—
By morning, she lays her black cup down
For she is the...

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where will I wake up in the morning
on the day I don’t wake up
will I green the summer pasture seen
in bloom of wildness
or sky the...

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In the end of time, your soul will be judged by Lord Enma
He doesn't care about what you've done in your life
He only cares what's...

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Lightly, almost imperceptibly,
dusk quiets and stills the day.

The brightness and youth
of morning vibrates with
exciting expectations
of unknown adventures
waiting to be discovered,
a reaching-out for the new,
the yet-to-be...

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I walked the garden path holding all the intimate hands,
nurtured in the impermanent world the hope of durability
of me loved and belonged, and me owning...

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All day ceremonies of dark's brilliance
Led in by outstretched curtains welcoming,
An appearance for my time's bleary dusk.

The firmament from the red gloom nearing,
Of sun's affection...

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Life is a journey to another place.
We know from whence we start
But not the destination.
It lies somewhere,
That terminus,
Within the scope of time and space,
Yet still...

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Consumed are days and nights
By this lacerating lingering longing
To return triumphant the source of all
Existence is a high price to pay
To come to terms
With what...

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Take three
Set me free
Take three 
That's me
That's me

I'm a fool
In the night 
I'm a little cool
Maybe I'll fight 
But you know how it is
In this...

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The forest around her story damning the plains—
The littlest girl seen by the wind through the plains.

Green honey passes just by a bee's swirling wings;
The...

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As close as
A porch swing hanging
After rain....

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The assigned unseen lamp hidden somewhere, 
someone kindles for you when you’re made to arrive.
Unperceived, it creates reflective beam of contemplation,
illumines the pathway of your...

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Home Again reprise:


We and Time started
out together but somewhere
Time left us behind


The home of childhood -
a house now owned by others -
resides in the past


When...

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