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GENETIC MEMORIES
Lurking behind every door are ghosts from a shadowy past, eager to be translated to a dubious present. Impregnated in genes are the memories of these ghosts, split second DNA, with desire housing the delicate substance quoting life. Stupid am I to allow others' memories, lurking in my fresh Being to suck life out of…
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Peace In The Center
Refresh yourself at the trough of knowledge. The water is cool and fresh and deserves a thirst that can appreciate it. When the eyes see, there is peace in the center. Providing of course the footwork has been done. Not until one sees where one has been can one change direction. Illusions are the finery…
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The Farm Woman
Woman of the Earth, you are loved. You gather the fruits of your labors to your bosom and feed the children. You’ve inched your way along the dusty path with back bent in great fatigue and cultivated the rows yielding wise fruit. You would feed out of your mouth, those you think hungry and…
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Like Minds
My thoughts rove the ethers like a magnet pulling like thoughts to themselves. The excitement rumbles through my belly while heart accelerates its beat forcing my blood to course through my body, drunkenly. Heady stuffs to know that mine is thought matched by invisible minds. I swim in conscious waters resembling earthstone. Pulsating, yearning, I…
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Midnight Excursion
I saw them, leaning against the rail with grey curls circling their faces. They were in animated conversation. Their eyes were glued to the waters, I think. The wind blew their housedresses about their knees. Frowns and furrows made ridges on their foreheads. They giggled with laughter. Not out of the ordinary, you say. Certainly…
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King To Pauper
Rendering itself useless now, the elements of Nature first borned by Man to work for him have gone rabid. But in wisdom still, the moon continues to pull the oceans by great force and gently lays the rolling waves on windswept sand, clearing man’s debris. The wind if amortized, would harness its power to push…
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A Perspective
To forgive and forget has become a shopworn edict. It can work just so long but when you realize that the god of the other person weighs your interest against his best interest, you might come in second. You can forgive until your face turns whatever color it is not, it still is heavy on…
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Shared Silence
It is a time past the time of talk, past the time of argues. There is a time of silence, a shared silence; a time to accept, a time to simply slip into old slippers and Be. No matter the world, this time is ours. Maybe not to fill all the empty spaces but given…
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When David Died
I say that David took the hands off my clocks. It was the greatest gift he could give me. I tire of running my life with a large hand and a small hand. No time for this, hurry for that. Do this now, do that before. I hate it. With a passion. I want to…
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The Dance
There is a dance that our feet learn to do when first we stand up. That dance is learned well, for even when our feet no longer dance, our phantom feet remember the dance. They itch to dance. And under penalty of death we think, we stay with it. If we decide…