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Details

The devil’s in the details
There’s enough to fill a book
Good or bad become a blur
The higher up you look

Faith adorned upon the sleeve
Or chained around a throat
Taking solace in salvation
While giving little note

Somewhere writ “thou shalt not kill”
This would seem to say it all
They’re simple words to live by
If only we’d heed the call

Or pick and choose words to use
Suffice to make a pennant
Rally around on sacred ground
Then rent it to a tenant

Swaddled in our presentation
Is a tolerance for damnation
Defending of a man-made notion
Is this vast imagined nation

With a patting of backs
Preserving of merit
We share the rounds
To spread the tenet

With finite time defining sin
Demanding of others penance
Then timeless regurgitations
Refining of the conscience

These details are the devil
There’s never enough to please
Yet bad and good become more clear
The deeper down one sees

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Rule-ettes

Arriving with the morning train
The past behind, future’s to gain
With rising steam and grinding squeal
Win or lose by the stop of a wheel

Trains of thought left at the station
Journeys begin without hesitation
A planted foot, a start to make
A next will follow to lead and take

Lines disappear like the rail
As is the road or dusty trail
Tracks go where has been seen
Logs of time spiked in between

Platforms appear, rise or fall
Sounds heard, herding all
Most go, some have remained
Paths unknown for those untrained

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Error Era

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The end of an era,

the start of something new.

Good or bad is just a guess,

we really have no clue

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We relish in our hindsight,

twenty-twenty it may be.

Yet the future catches up,

too late for you and me.

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Nuclear cars once pondered,

but a bomb blew those away.

Now we arm the masses,

and send them on their way.

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Holes in children’s heads,

breeds forever night.

Darkness will consume,

Till we all see the light.

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Silence bears no witness,

when shooting first to defend.

The truth’s now one-sided.

When will this era end?

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Sea Ya

A sunny day I hope there be

When my soul returns to sea

A flourish of ash from the bridge I know well

Ancient memories, clear as a bell

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Thrust to the cove of many muddy feet

A world of my own across the street

I’ll mingle with muck then drift with the tide

To the bay, out to sea, spreading far and wide

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Vastly dispersed, forever safe from hell

Eventually to settle with sand, rock and shell

With never a need to shed a tear for me

When tears are unseen in the sea

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Time Will Come

Morning’s meant for mourning.

Day’s meant for life.

Evening’s time for rest,

ending the days strife.

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Morning is time to ponder.

Day is time to do.

Night’s for reflection,

when no one’s watching you.

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Mornings are the start.

They make the day brand new.

Good or bad, darkness comes,

another chance for moons of blue.

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Only Love Can

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Love’s just a word we love to use

It’s the poets’ favorite muse

Sprinkles of confetti on pages everywhere

Words parting lips to blow in the air

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Yet only love can mend a heart

When suddenly it’s torn apart

And only love can mend a mind

When it’s not treated kind

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In our world all are human

Sharing forever whether man or woman

And thus to bond as a clan

As only love can, only love can

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Timeless Reflections

Why do mirrors cause such a fright?

They’re little more than bouncing light

Reflections of a time just past

Instant flashes that fade too fast

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They smile when we’re happy, shun when we’re not

They care not when we’re gone, time’s soon forgot

Just a wall hung shard of glass with backs unseen

With gilded surrounds to heighten their sheen

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While the image of ourselves is bigger from within

This picture in the glass is less than paper-thin

Just an instant in time soon to disappear

Though every glance a moment that we’ll never share

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