Pretty Things

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We see the pretty places
With sun and sand
Upon a beach hand in hand

Gloss over ugly things
Averted gaze we look
Away from what we took

Security just an illusion
Seeing what we choose
Never seeing what we lose

 

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Surrender

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To truth, I offer what I used to be

This shell I once thought was me

 

To your grace I bow and offer this

This burden, which I will not miss

 

Be mine in act, in word, and thought

To take to heart what you have taught

 

And as I lay me down to rest

Embraced I know I am truly blessed

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If we are ever here to feel

In the sudden seeing of flight

Birds overhead, wings spreading

To the coming azure night

 

A cats purr

Lying close within the night

 

If we were ever truly present

As we talk to another one

Against city din and clash

If we cared how it begun

 

Ripples in this fabric

Within the whole as we begun

 

Ignoring that which is in front of us

Longing only for the next

The instant rise beyond

Forgetting all the rest

 

Is no one among us

Even ready for the test?

 

Final Breath

 

This bottle is fragile

What I can say, filtered, safe

Pushing, pulsing

Contained for now

 

This tongue bleeds

Bitten and held

Breathe; soft words, alone.

 

They cannot see

Yet, I am they, and I must

Hold it, wait…

I cannot hold them…

 

They have jumped

From the cliff

Pummeled and broken

 

And I grieve

Sacrificed to falsities

Led astray in the glow

Turn it off; see!

 

Truth was always here

Beside you and with, within.

Breathe and be.

The Laughter

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Has anyone ever died?

Was anyone ever born?

We see others do both

For ourselves, we are not so sure

 

I was not here, neither were you

Now I am, are you?

Others may see my leaving

But I will never know I have been

 

This dream of forgetting

Of before and after

A game we play so well

Yet forgetting the laughter

Second-Hand​ Lives

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The young child is running wild

As children often do

A mother yells distracted and annoyed

Expected; that is true

 

The cell phone never leaves her face

Something that cannot wait

Annoyed at the interruption

Her child’s behavior of late

 

Something so important

Something beyond her child

Something that really cannot wait

No; just a friend who has beguiled

 

Second-hand lives lived apart

Never to be lived again

Missing the important things

For selfish personal gain

 

Addiction is an insidious thing

Creeping while unaware

Life passes once and never again

In a breath, they are not there.

Whispered

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Among the trees

Leaves softly speak

To the breeze

That moves them

 

Whispers in our ears

If we but listen

Maybe too near

Do you hear them?

 

Simple as this

We seek to find

A knowing kiss

Do you feel it?

 

It was always here

Where you began

Every fallen tear

Does your heart know it?