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Every Bump in the Road (40)

road graphic

Humans,
we change like seasons,
Full throttle
decrease,
reverse,
revived.

Some say
A murderer
will always
be
a
murderer–
that people
never
change…

That we
are
incapable
because such
is our nature,
untamed,
always wavering
like the seasons
we see
so often.

Outside
my flowers
are in full bloom,
yet they
are
tilted…
no matter the times
my hands held them
straight
up,
they tilt towards
the sun.

Promises made,
broken,
made again.
Forward
backward,
an endless pattern,
another cycle,
wishful thinking
at very
best.

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The Night Before (39)

travel graphic

Olay, Mary Kay, Maybelline, Cover girl
Bag it up    Pack it up
Toss it in the big red box,
Wait a minute…
Is it sealed?     Must it be?
It says right here.
Must be sealed.

List two down, what is next?
More shoes? More books?
More of everything;
Scraps of humanity
Stuffed–
An entire life,
stowed.

Why is the wind awake?
Can’t it see it’s night?
Must the Thunder also
follow?
My own bags darken
to the sound of   Time,
No more, I say,
I cease,
I fall.

Five, four, three, two…
Two should work,
One’s too late,
Set alarm      turn it up high,
No “snooze you lose ”
Lights off,
Good night.

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Faust graphic

*Imagined dialogue written for class

Lord:

Dear Faust, my servant and my child,
What have you here, written in blood?
Mephisto came to me earlier and smiled,
Knew human desires are like a flood,
Uncontrollable when once released,
as morality continue to quickly decrease.

Faust:

What do you will from me, great light?
Darkness burns me like fire these days;
How can Hell compare to Earth’s forever blight?
My soul is mine to fall or raise.

Lord:

In your head, there lies a thinking brain.
In your heart, little drummer boy plays.
And here, beneath my hand contain
Breath and spirit, worthy of praise.
Can you not feel it–the movement–
Of very muscle waking in the morn,
Walking on stones without ailment.
To you, have your wife and pupils sworn
like fixed stars guiding wayward sailors
Across a tempting sea of sirens,
What other pleasure do you prefer
Then the lovely hearts you’ve already won?

Faust:

Nothingness is the word I suffer,
No love or passion fills this bowl,
Nothing of the past is as they were.
I have become a hermit troll
Bustling around my stack of books,
In search for more, but finding less
than that of beggarly crooks–
I am in great distress.

Lord:

Do you seek wealth of fame?
Or something of less humanly claim?

Faust:

Yes! The second sings to my heart
And cause my mouth to grin.
Magic, sir, sweeter than any art
Inflames my passions from deep within.
I have hit a wall, yet found Mephisto,
A rope that will bear me along,
And allow my roots to once again grow
to the–dark–sun where I belong.
Knowledge is a fruit that I must taste,
Like Eve, my pale lips must embrace.

Lord:

And when another wall appears
after the first tree bears its fruit,
Will you sicken to its cheer
And seek another to pursue?
If there is none left to harvest
What spirit shall you charm next?
What needless price will you insist?
Are you not just a simple subject?
Learn to love and learn for peace,
Here is where my words shall cease.

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The Alligator shows no fear,
Trembles the murky swamps.
The Ant chuckles at fear,
Around the rock step by step.
The Cougar races fear,
Swift courage through dark storms.
The Eagle has no fear,
Guardian of all that’s good,
The Owl teases fear,
Truth on wings of gold.
A Father masters fear,
Love masters him instead.

*Happy Father’s Day*

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Rice and Death haiku (36)

Bowl of sizzling rice
Heaven fused with little grains,
Taste of sudden death

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Youth & Love (35)

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Shakespeare–
What love can a
not-quite-fourteen
fathom?
Why such passion?
Is there depth–
Tell me Romeo,
was there depth
in your heart
When love you swore
to fair Juliet.

Shakespeare–
Did you give them depth?
or was it lust–
Fantasy?
Or was it a game
played by words,
Shaped by hearts,
unleashed–
A tide of careless thoughts?

Juliet
Fair lady fair,
If by “lady” one means
Miss,
or even something
much smaller than this.
Was it your age?
Was your life–
so confined by father’s name–
that set your heart ablaze
by one boy’s glance?

What love can one
so young of age
fathom   hold,
Shakespeare you are
much too bold,
You knew
they would drown
in Love’s
Tidal pool.

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Burden of Dreamers (34)

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If you    Dream
write them down,
When dreamers die,
so do their dreams.

If you     Dare,
find an heir,
You should know,
there is no    spare.

Dreams are lonely,
Dreamers die    alone,
There is not one soul,
may bear this    weight.

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