Category Archives: Collected

A Time of Opportunity

When Rest is found at the center Of an encircling Sphere of Light I know the I AM THAT I AM And become weightless and timeless Slowly coming into alignment Between the core of the planet And the center of … Continue reading

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The Stage of Life

THE STAGE OF LIFE Emerging Through a crack in the mask Is Life’s full potential Striving to break through Beyond a persona Wandering in shadows To ultimately become The One that I AM When finally knowing I AM One With … Continue reading

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Epiphany on the Palouse – The Solicitation

The SPDP membership Drive by shouting is requesting Your generous contributions To begin staff planning meetings For the next Fall Semester.

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Epiphany on the Palouse – Education

While doing research for my new book, THE METEORIC RISE OF THE THIRD RIGHT SANS GRAVITY, Subtitled, “The Magma Farta Of the Third Millennium,” I had to acknowledge that Rush Must be right: Millions and millions Of lemmings can’t all … Continue reading

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Epiphany on the Palouse – A Diagram

The Birth of NonPoetry Ultimately brought Balance To the world of literature. NonPoetry Non Fiction Walla Fiction Poetry

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Epiphany on the Palouse – The Oath

I promise to solemnly wear The Joe Friday Only the Facts Badge number seven fourteen, With mirror, as a reminder Of when Mussolini Jones read From the Temple balcony: Discovering that Poet & Audience Were not only One, But the … Continue reading

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Epiphany on the Palouse – The Plea

Therefore, I petition the bored; Referring to section seven, First Amendment to the Second Law of Diminishing Audience To become a standing member Or one sitting within sight of The Society for The Prevention of Disabled Poets.

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Epiphany on the Palouse – Testimonial

The road to disability began When Mensa disallowed my score Of one hundred and ninety seven; Discovering the redundant Rhyme scheme answers: A BAD CEED CA B On major sections of the nineteen Sixty seven IQ exam.

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Alphabet Parade

Amber arguments ask answers Before blue bereaving berets Can change certain colored candles Dripping down diners delivering Exotic erotic earthly eggrolls For foreign film fanatics Growing gangrenous garden grapes Heavenly helping homemakers Identify icy islands

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Hippo Rock

Another wave washes The Hippo clean Of perching shore birds Overhead the seasonal wave Of migrating ducks and geese Struggle to reorganize Their disintegrating formations In the erratic April breezes

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Hunting for Answers to Autumnal Questions

Within your sights is Life, Breathing. Can it be seen? Can this miracle be felt In a heart beating fast, Or a breath being held?

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Nines

In the dark We arrive At the west end Of the continent Of the millennium To the outflowing tide Throw passport throw bankbook Excrete Vomit Emote

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FrogSong

My sleeping soul Awakened with a smile When a Frog sang Memory Of its unique music Echoed through the rain And endless cloudy days To many years past Youth Innocence The world’s and mine

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New Year’s Eve – EvenSong

EvenSong Celebration Contemplation Transitions flame bonfire Visions pastPresentfuture Overhead South and West converge Folding clouds at right angles To screen the moon Light Increases shadows depth Clarity penetrates midnight Calmly birthing Unease —December 31, 1995

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New Year’s Eve – SwanSong

SwanSong Out of the grey sky lake The six joined by two Appear near the islands Flying Not ducks not geese Eight Winging in a line Tip to wingtip at eye level Contact with one Recognition Then connection with the … Continue reading

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July Morning

Through the pink falling rain The illusive catbird Clearly calls me by name Hanging from folded clouds Rainbow fragments Vanish Reappear Then lengthen and double Brushstroking The reflected mountains To leave the lake awash In kaleidoscopic color

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Pear Blossoms

A chickadee messenger warns Of grosbeaks waiting by the feeder In a hypothermic daze. Late April. Wind, rain, sleet and hail Hasten the daffodils demise. Now, tulips are reluctant, Oriental poppies terrified. With seed and wood in short supply I … Continue reading

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Listening Point

Pend d’Oreille, remember the time Before time when in the womb Of your mother Lake Missoula You heard her tell of the upheaval That violently birthed these mountains; When horizontal layers of rock Instantly pitched to angles That today disorient … Continue reading

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At Home in Hope

Inside a dream Images and faces Melt into Oneness Sunrise touches the lake Shadows disappear The mountains admire Their own reflection While nasturtiums slow dance To silent and soft breezes

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Prairie Cleansing

Angers away Eastward Floating Heavy cluttered mind Baggage cast aside Lakes mountains trees Gone Forgotten Blind traveling folded Into Saskatchewan sun Rising over fence lines Touching blue domed sky

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The Mirror

Leaping Blindly falling Inside darkness Floating Fear consumes And finally subsides As time slows toward stop

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For Brenda

Poetry Is the fragrance Of each moment Inhaled During each life Exhaled Toward a future Envisioned Now

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Greetings, My Friend

Today This hand Reached out You withdrew Unwilling To stretch your hand Across the chasm Of time and change Widening

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A Prodigal Poet’s Plea

O Muse, are you here? I traveled Many miles to you. On bended Knees I beg forgiveness. No more Phone calls or letters written. No Distance between us. Together We can quickly cross frozen ground And safely return to our … Continue reading

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Anticipation

During countless days and sleepless nights I await the news that will announce The arrival of the unrevealed To a confused civilization In need of a New Direction and Purpose For weeks its Presence has been felt On the wind … Continue reading

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Metamorphosis

Halted during its slow journey to the other side, A common turtle lay clumsily split in two. His natural armor offered little protection From Man’s four-wheel driven nightmare, And he became just another unlisted casualty. As the surging ocean’s unrelenting … Continue reading

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Prayer for the Living

Rushing, pushing and striving to obtain Enlightenment and riches in an hour or a day, Leaves us no time whatsoever to wait For this Tree to grow tall and oak straight. Our newly felled sapling becomes Another very poor excuse … Continue reading

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Greetings

At last! Blue sky on the horizon, Or is it another approaching storm? It’s getting harder and harder to tell. Is that snow drifting, Or cherry blossoms carried In the wind of life’s passing? And who really knows if it’s … Continue reading

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For Ocean

The dead carcass that recently washed ashore Has been curiously gawked at from afar, Repulsively hovered over and stick-poked By clutching lovers and beachcombers alike. Each successive high tide pushes it further, To ultimately rest in odoriferous decay On river … Continue reading

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Venus

After many centuries in abeyance The winds of Venus are blowing To again wreak havoc in our lives. Red, yellow and blue planetary visions Kaleidoscopically change in minutes, Sending cracks through our emotional core And chilling the superficial warmth Of … Continue reading

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Faces of the City

Blankly walking the shadowed streets Where this world and that too often meet, A feeling of Truth’s impassioned rage Suddenly jolts and jars the bars Surrounding the serenely caged. Cracked pavement lines the faces Groping for any reality Which produces … Continue reading

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Remember the Love

Cherish all the tender warmth Of small, thoughtful considerations Shared in moments of joy and sorrow. Acknowledge the good times, Yet be thankful for overcoming the bad, Always seeking extended periods Of Peace and Serenity.

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Amanita Cloud

For centuries the Sacred Mushroom Ritual Has been a vehicle for reaching Eternity. We need not risk physical ingestion, And the possible effects of its deadly poison, If we symbolically see this visual keyhole As showing us the way to … Continue reading

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And All the King’s Men

We have finally passed the point of no return, And during transition from fragile order To the Chaos we invited into being, Persistent Decay is all that can exist. . . But, with blinders intact, We see it not; From … Continue reading

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Wedding Vows

Let us not talk about Love, Except for all Living Things. Let us not speak of Marriage, Except to the Ideals of Peace And Freedom for All. Let us not desire commitment, Except to One Earth.

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Poppies

Peeking from protective pods, We are poppies Of indefinable Orange, Radiant newborn suns Opening these fragile petals To explore, find and finally feel Our Individual Uniqueness At the Center Of Being.

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Sandwich Existence

After wearily ascending the lighted stair, An unconscious slamming of the opened gate Awakens the dogs to nervously bark At their master’s alien presence; Babbling patronizingly, While already warm and secure Mentally, behind the closed door.

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The Swinging Pendulum

When the fairy tale finally ends Our dreams become discordant And we find ourselves wandering Nakedly alone through the nightmare Of knowingly created Existence. We return guilt ridden to one hour Sundays And sing with mechanistic certitude The songs rotely … Continue reading

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The Thread of Life

Tumbling into the previously impenetrable past, We grope for the tables and chairs and faces That for years have cluttered our darkened stage. The continuous repeating of remembered lines Finally begins to clear the distorting haze, And with the glaring … Continue reading

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Innocence Revisited

The crumbling of our protective walls Leaves us standing innocently naked, Opened to Love, vulnerable, And immersed solely in the moment; No yesterdays and no tomorrows, Only the Indefinable, Eternal Now. Feeling the flower grow, We suddenly approach God, Becoming … Continue reading

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A Shallow Grave

Praising the empty accomplishment Of temples built without foundation, We hypnotically pledge allegiance To the twin gods of power and money. Believing our lifelong search complete, We blindly caress these half truths, Awakening on our last day to realize We … Continue reading

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Remember Not to Forget

The mountains have been moved. There are cracks in the walls Of personal and societal brick. As the flower Terra grows, Forming a perfect bud, We see in its emergence Living visions of a future Mankind has always known.

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Self Portrait

Somehow caught in the sands of time, Consonants and vowels still commingle To slowly waltz across the page. In fleeting glimpses of the Eternal, This child prodigy of plus forty Wanders the deserts day and night Endlessly scratching black on … Continue reading

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“This key is forever yours”

This key is forever yours. The doormat awaits your step And the door Your unlocking.

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“The Heavens appear”

The Heavens appear As the cloud cover dissipates. Full Moon Rising in the valley Of mountain peaks. Light— Reflecting on calm river. Fog forms veils On the valley floor— Eerily midnight approaches; April Full Moon.

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Ethereal Love

Wherever I go, It remains so. . . At my side You walk, In my mind We talk.

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“Today a feeling has possessed me”

Today a feeling has possessed me Of Life and a Love For Man and Nature. A calm understanding grows In a body Which a disturbed restlessness Once called home.

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“The Creative Castle contains”

The creative castle contains Uncountable passageways Leading to hallways And unopened doors. A random selection Has been the key.

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“Unable for so long to smile”

Unable for so long to smile— Tense facial muscles ache, Yes one’s heart has grown Three fold. The body relaxes From previously unthinkable And unknown tensions.

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“Poetry is flowing today”

Poetry is flowing today; Thoughts of John Keats Not so far away— Neither in his verse Nor of his time, But writing only to release Others so they may find A smile on their lips And no fear in the … Continue reading

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“It is now winter”

It is now winter; The end— The beginning— And an avalanche of thought For everyone.

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“Help is coming”

Help is coming— It is in your mind If you stop your games And find the time. And if you look You still can see Your non-existence Must cease to be.

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Candlelight (For Aldous Huxley)

Its flame is a unifying force, Illuminating the once dark, Giving dimension to technopomorphic entities, Bringing light and undulating shadows To once bleak walls. It opens your eyes for you see, It is your heart and soul, For you feel … Continue reading

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“White caps appear between the grey”

White caps appear between the grey Of the free and angry sea, As I stand with hands pocket deep Tasting the salt spray on my lips. Wind blown tresses cover my face. Whisking them away I feel the flame of … Continue reading

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“Living life”

Living life In a dream of oneness for all. We touch with our heart While feeling with our soul, For we are together On the cold and long road Of our dreams.

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“We become strangers to each other”

We become strangers to each other And also to our selves. Our paths have strayed Although we are together. Friendly bonds grow To become what they will. A painful re-acquaintance is undertaken, For we stand at the crossroads— Of love?

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“A stranger walked into town”

A stranger walked into town, A dog at his side And pack on his back. He inquired of the townsfolk, Receiving only cold long stares And no reply, For no one could look This man directly in the eye.

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“We have passed this way before”

We have passed this way before On our journey to the lake. We have seen the rapids, The falls and the pools Of life, Of Man, Yet we continue our trek For the cycle Never ends.

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“I want to taste your love”

I want to taste your love As together we become one In the warmth and security Of each other’s arms and bodies. While two days will be eternal to us We shall experience all in total. All will end, but … Continue reading

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“Tomorrow – a new day”

Tomorrow—a new day To be dealt with as we will. A new life’s door is before us, Yet we open yesterdoor Without thought In the habit of our ways.

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“Leaving our footprints”

Leaving our footprints In the sands of time We walk till sunset Your hand in mine.

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“We hold the key”

We hold the key To see the light Of our past failures, Yet we stumble through the darkness Of daylight Without noticing Our shortcomings.

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Autumn

I sit with autumn Entering the prairie, While spring is Eternally reborn. A tear momentarily Distorts perspective For departure Looms on the horizon.

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“The time has been reached”

The time has been reached, The limit surpassed, For the games of old Reoccur at last. You try so hard, Though you’ve failed before To bridge the stream And open the door.

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Far Away

Far away the children play In a world shrouded in innocence. Let them play— And learn to deal with life.

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Today

Yellow dandelions Dot a sea of green; Walking in a field As if in a dream. A bird sings a love song So new, so sweet, Ushering in spring As the sun warms Your cold, bare feet.

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“Dreams built on sand”

Dreams built on sand Crumble before our eyes And we cannot understand Why it is so. . . . Dreams cascade Like waterfalls From a sky of rock.

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Of Two

Windy is the night. The storms of passion Turned out the lights And the love and the dreams Of Two. Grey clouds cover all In their world As the rains fall, Streaming down the cheeks Of Two.

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Truth

Look in the mirror It will not lie. Answer the question— Look yourself Square in the eye. Look again, What do you see? Just a façade— Not your identity.

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Every Day

Live every day, May it be your last. Love every winging bird, Every blade of grass. The rain from the heavens, The warmth of the sun; Breathe and touch all life With Love and Affection Till your day is done.

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“The gift was not given”

The gift was not given For obligatory purposes On either side. Twas given denoting A temporary abundance On the part of the giver— Who knows, Later the tables may be turned.

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“The spigot will open gushing”

The spigot will open gushing When the handle In your mind Is found.

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The Child’s Bark

Lurking as a shark Is the dog’s empty bark. It has pierced your soul For tis love she demands Not gravy in the bowl. She is not so unlike us In many ways, For like a child In her innocence … Continue reading

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The Owl

The owl has spoken His final piece As a token Of his inner peace. With ease flow his feelings While clear is his fear That the love he is giving May not last the year.

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Well Traveled Road

You tell me That by walking the same road, You see more each time. Possibly. . . Minute details appear That your mind was unable To comprehend the first, Second or third time. But does that logically erase The possibility … Continue reading

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Laine

Tis your rhyme That transcends all time. Tis my mind To you I send this time.

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Floating on the Lake

Extinguish distractions Lighting your mind, Seek the answers And food for thought You shall find. Searching your depths Surpassing all time Peace can be found In life’s endless rhyme.

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Crutches

We all have crutches, It would be a lie to deny it. We must therefore decide Which are needed to keep Man On this side, Just above the line Between we and animals.

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“The history we hold so dear”

The history we hold so dear Study and dwell on is Rubbish quite clear And deserves that end. If we cannot learn From its sad tale We might as well burn In our hell, or Set Noah’s sail.

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Beyond

With strength of mind And purpose, One may Force the Seer To close his eyes In perplexing confusion, Thusly freeing The sixth sense From becoming Someone’s bondage, God and guiding light.

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Man

Most males are cold Unfeeling Individuals. . .? Possibly this explains An ability to relate to women And the feelings of love We have for them.

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To Steve Moore

One cannot be held For his lack of consistency. We must be free thinkers— Always progressing. And if at any point We feel we know The absolute Truth for everything, We must And have an obligation to Write it down— … Continue reading

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To John Keats

Creative thought— That which is progress Is found in the form of escape, or Whether it be daydreams or Balancing on the fence Between sleep and wake; for it is Sleep and Poetry.

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One Way or the Other

In the city, Alone Becomes mechanical, For one must Turn off all The corruption And pollution.

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To Her

I fondle you In my mind Only to feel Your existence And presence.

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“As long as”

As long as We keep telling Ourselves Love and Compassion Are idealistic— They will remain such.

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“Another day”

Another day Today As bright and fresh As any day ever. Today Is upon Us all.

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“After you begin”

After you begin Appreciating life In its entirety, People seem so busy In their trivialities— Usually involving money.

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Coming to Terms

Until you sanely Define insanity, We cannot converse, For you become more than a Brick wall, With much Too much Antiquated cement Filling your cracks, Destroying your balance, Putting yourself On a collision course With your fate.

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Foresight

Your dreams Will come true When you— Dream them.

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“Anticipation in waiting”

Anticipation In waiting— In loving— In living???

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“Standing”

Standing— The metal bull Appears statue-like. For it is.

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“Feeling and flowing”

Feeling and flowing We became Though most think it Totally insane

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“Common sense”

Common sense, What is it? It was once a pamphlet, But now what?

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“Learning is quite simple”

Learning is quite simple— When you Slip through the reef Of despair And the barriers Of fear.

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“Do you fully understand”

Do you fully understand— Your mind? ? ? ? ?

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“Mislaid Afterthoughts”

Mislaid Afterthoughts Bring new life To the afternoon.

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“Is it valid to”

Is it valid to Orderly push Ones mind— Milking it Expanding it Thinking. . . . Being?

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Bridge to Sleep

There is no way They can completely understand us— For we have been experiencing A new perspective On life For years now.

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Bird or Dog

For years we have acted And been treated like— Dogs. We are as free As the soaring eagle; As active as a Hummingbird, Yet we wallow in the mud Of our own making, like Hogs.

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