Deeper still the path winds on

And deeper still, I become.

Silence is not yet quieted

Darkness, light still flows from.

My soul is stilled in deep motion

That keeps the “night” in light

Fleeing from all fleshly emotion

To reach the Light of midnight.

Knowledge, a light within a dark,

Becomes the goal onto the soul

Yet, knowledge is not the sought

But...

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 Be Thou my hermitage

To shield from the night

A night that is more silent,

More Light than light.

No light to guide but Thee

In dark, unknown paths

When, from senses broken free

All things from me doth cast.

Thou hast wounded me!

A sweet wound, deep,

With Thy scarred hand

Love from me doth seep.

Hermitage, just out of reach

Sweet becomes the p...

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A line,

Within a poem,

Can stand, like soldiers stand,

To carry through, without demand.

A line,

Within a poem

Can give, with deadly stealth,

The riches of the author’s wealth.

A line,

Within a poem,

Can dream the dreams you dream

To leave you helpless, in its scheme.

And, inward looking, sees the strain

Of that wits end-weaved pain

The...

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Arrayed in yellow gold

Once stood a daffodil,

Drunk in the summer sun

A trumpet played its fill.

And, over there the daisy,

Simple in its design

Yellow face, white collared

On yellow sun did dine.

An adolescent Magnolia

Stands against the fence;

No leaves to suck the sun

Only limbs for its defence.

Cyclamen in pink and green

Dressed up f...

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Like a scar

With stitches,

Comes death

With hinges.

Grief attached.

A road that winds

With unruly, leafless

Ditches.

Life detached.

Like a signpost

Comes fingers in

Acceptance bent.

Life half re-attached.

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Skeleton praise
For who I am
And what the pen will say.
I belong;
And belong in a different way.
Inherent,
From the outset,
Curling cold
From tongues that split
In shades
Of blue and ice to form
On lips whose root
Is from the scarred mind.
Oblivious to truth
And scattered liberalism
Flawed,
For freedom is in the freed mind
And not,
The acting out
Of freedom
But,
The journey
F...

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run away

you and I

and be once more in our day.

are you still

who you were

in that photograph

there on the mantle?

or are you only what I see

across the room?

needles clack and keep time

with the clock

tick tock.

are you

inside,

you that I used to know,

you that I loved?

where is your raven hair

that I touched

in love?

are you only

w...

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