Monthly Archives: December 2014

Thank You for a Great 2014!!

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Redefining Change

I.

Why do we concern ourselves,

With the spots on a leopard,

Or whether he is able,

To change the spots at his whim?

II.

Outward appearance is fixed,

It is set, unchangeable.

Why of this are we concerned?

Looks will never hold value.

III.

If the leopard wants to change,

He simply must change his mind.

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Salvation

Demanding that I change

even asking nicely

that I or my mind change

will cure neither my ills

nor your concerns for me.

Why is it important

what I believe or don’t

believe to be true?

Just drop it and

then our minds

can agree to disagree

or they can part ways.

The crux of this problem

lies in the tears

staining your face –

tears you cry over

some concern for

my salvation.

Rather than being

my priest, my pastor,

be my friend.

Rather than being

concerned for my eternity

share life with me.

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Waves

I.

Flowing down the spine,

Racing through organs,

To tertiary limbs.

It comes in waves.

II.

Crashing tide rises,

Climbing ever higher,

Threatening to consume.

It comes in waves.

III.

Stealing my spark,

My zest for life,

Eroding my will.

It comes in waves.

IV.

Wave after wave.

Wave after wave.

Wave after wave.

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Memory of You

I.

It’s been years

since our last pleasantries,

since we last fellowship’d.

II.

How you were,

remains steadfast in my mind,

frozen in neural time capsule.

III.

It is my hope,

that you have changed very little.

I’ve used this memory of you for years.

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Big Man

I.

Lording over the weak,

oppressing with power,

causing them to shrink

in submission.

II.

You feel like a big man,

you feel powerful,

you feel like the ruler

of all you purvey.

III.

You are none of this.

You are a weakling,

You are nothing, no one,

without the weak to prey on.

IV.

When everything is gone,

All good taken from you,

The tables will be turned –

You will become the weak.

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Your Voice

Having sunk that low

is not unique to me –

others have been there.

But my depths are

real and they are mine.

The saving force

came after the sound

of the ringing

when I heard your voice.

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Today

Will it lay left, right,

In shades of black, white,

There among the thorns,

Or in peace adorned?

In pain?

Insane?

Dreary?

Clearly?

Wasted?

Tasted?

In heap cast aside,

Gladly taken in stride?

It is now at hand.

Where will today land?

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Scars Have Names

I.

This is a result of,

Failed relationship.

Located here is,

A friend turning back.

Seen here in this spot,

Malicious witness.

This prominent mark,

The abandonment.

II.

I carry many scars,

Some deeper, more visible.

Each denotes place, event;

All left by those held dear.

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Within A Few Words

I.

If I only mostly hold my tongue,

Bury most thoughts and feelings.

With only an economy of language,

A few, well-chosen syllables,

How deep would the cuts be?

II.

If I maintain a level of control,

Keep my cool at some level.

While keeping the tone just-so,

And carefully selected utterances,

What damage could I do?

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