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129 Steps

The
Soul
Of
A
Generation
Climbs
Steadily
Up the Hill
Taking
The
Steps,
Skipping
Others,
Pausing
Unexpectedly:
Watching,
Listening,
Mourning,
Rejoicing
On
The
Journey
As
The
Goal
Is
Shadowed
By
Trees
And
Benches
Along
The way

DMV

The
Great
Leader’s
Demise
Pushes
His
Country
Slowly
Into
The chasm
Leaving
Our
DMV
To
Carry
Their
Flag
For future
Generations
Of
Believers

Hill 96

Basements
Echo
Faint
Drumrolls
Behind
Layers
Of
Whitewash
Hiding
Endless
Journeys
Of
Words

Rent

Broken
Hearts
Lay
together
Seeking
Sight
And
Warmth
While
Others
Blinded,
Bring
Token
Offerings
Not
Hearing
Their
Pleas

Greener Grass

free
Magic
Bullets
race
Down
The barrel
Of
My
Weapon
With
Wet
Powder
And
Broken
Primers
Reminding
Me
Of
Their
Cost

29,555 Days

Missed days
Pass
With
Friends
As
Empty
Glasses
Wait
To see
Again,
Drinking
Time
Alone

Black Diamond Clown

What really is
In a picture
Of a picture?

Is this frame
Of a creature
A creation of
A fiction?

Fiction.
Creation.
Truth is where
I see it,
In this, perhaps,
The Other.

19.1.1993
Provo, Utah

The Longest Drive

Pedals
Pound
The
Shaken
Mind
As
Hours
Pass
Along
The
Foreign
Soil;
Smiles
Erupt
With
Gentle
Anger
And
Kind
Relief
As
Highways
Still
The
Broken
Soul

no more strangers

Old
Tracks
In
The
Muddy
Grass
Crowd
Out
The
Present,
Pulling
Past
Visitors
Toward
New
destinations

Tears

Separation
Unites,
Healing
Wounded
Souls
And
Bringing
Peace
To
The
Hearts
Through
The
Outstretched
Hands
Of
The
Other