Calm
Fills
The
Heart
As
Pain
Pushes
The
Mind
To
What
Was
Not,
Giving
Each
New
Moment
Layered
Meaning
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Posts Tagged ‘Life’
Calming Storms
Posted in Poetry, tagged Faith, Fear, Life, Other on August 29, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Homecoming
Posted in Poetry, tagged Being, Home, Life, Mindfulness on July 3, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Moments Shift
As
I
Move
Among
Others
Toward
My
Distant
Home
Abroad,
Sharing
Strayed
Energy
Reshaped
Inside
My
Being’s
Core
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Pain
Pounds
My
Soul
Deeper and
Deeper
Into
An
Abyss
As
Violence
Rushes
In
And
Panics
My
Being,
Squelching
Life
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The Long Goodbye
Posted in Poetry, tagged Belonging, Distance, Home, Life, Mindful on May 21, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Tired
Limbs
Struggle
To
Journey
On
The
Broken,
Worn
Cobblestones
Of
Time,
Looking
Towards
Home
And
Being
Surprised
By
Each
Newly
Discovered
Moment
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Children of Pride
Posted in Poetry, tagged Being, Choice, Lies, Life on April 26, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Lofty
Eyes
Vent
Internally
Angrier
Than
The
Other
Frustrated
By
Their
Attraction
to
Both
Creations,
Embracing
All,
Misunderstanding
The
Creature’s
Nature
on
Their
Fiery
Journey
Into
The
Abyss
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Cincinnati Street
Posted in Poetry, tagged Abandoned, Fear, Life, Trust on April 5, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Vacant
Stairwells
Yell
Tales
From
Inside
Toward
Empty
Streets
About
Following
Fear
And
Betraying
Trust
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Children’s Ward
Posted in Poetry, tagged Betrayal, Life, Love, Pain on April 5, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Alone,
Crying,
Afraid,
A
Young
Heart
Breaks
Quietly
And
Violently,
Reaching
For
The
Absent
Other
Hand
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Golden Moments
Posted in Poetry, tagged Children, Life, Love, Mindful on March 26, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Giggles
And
Smiles
Light
The
Freshly
Worn
Way
Into
Discovery,
As
The other
And
I
See
Our
Expanded
World
For
The
First
Time
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I Am
I am emotion. I am joy and happiness. I am with my family and good friends.
I am birds and a musical life in nature. I also hear the sounds of the big city and I feel at home.
I am the fresh mountain air, the fresh air of the forest. Life-giving food is in abundance.
I am in love with the love of my life. I feel the embrace and the embrace of our children.
I am fresh, good food surrounded by loving family and friends, sometimes out in nature and other times above the hustle and the bustle of the big city.
I am at peace with myself as I worship God how, when, and where I may with others.
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1967 Mustang
Posted in Poetry, tagged Death, Life, Other, Pain on February 23, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Junkyard
Carcasses
Litter
The
Open
Field,
Each
With
A
Lost
Memory
Of
The
Other,
As
I
Turn
My
Key
One
Last
Time
To
The
Off position
And
Walk
Away
Crying
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