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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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The Melting Clock

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A clockwork world of humankind

Time’s thought infinite in limited mind

Today’s made with tomorrows pay

Tomorrow’s interest from yesterday

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Rates of change shared by none

The futures chance is only one

Lies compound and damage’s done

Wars confound, half won

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Half by half will never end

When imaginary numbers we depend

Time ends with human lives

Time will tell if time survives

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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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Adrift

There’s no safe harbors left for me

Though bonds broken, never free

I know not where my path will lead

I know not what I’ve left to bleed

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I’ve wandered long to quench the greed

Never to find what I truly need

Till beckoned by the endless sea

Aimlessly adrift time calls to me

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Forecasting Forever

I can’t predict the weather

But I know when it’s hot

I don’t need a blizzard

To know when it’s not

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I could feel the wind

Rustling through the trees

When you blew out the door

And left my heart to freeze

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Whether or not

There’s a change of mind

The seasons will change

Some are kind

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It always seems sunnier

On the other side

The grass is always greener

With vistas forever wide

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While storms will brew

And come and go

My love preserves

This you can forever know

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Twists and Turns

Reviewing the past

observing the present

Thinking of how

the time is bent

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Planning moments

as decades pass

From endless days

to rushing for gas

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Fill the tank

rent some time

Seconds count

for years of crime

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Millennia passed

before the wheel

Now our dreams

are virtually real

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Tomorrows will come

as yesterday’s fade

Compressing our futures

with the bends we’ve made

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Haiku Cassette

Play

What has characters,

stories and hopefully lines?

A writer’s notebook

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Fast Forward

Technology is

Much like life, if not embraced

You’ll be forgotten

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Rewind

Time and energy

consumed is the same reflecting

as is projecting

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Stop

If No means maybe

and maybe means yes then stop

means: Back off ass hole!

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Day Dreaming Reality

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Portraits of time and of self

Antiquities dusty upon the shelf

Volumes of reference to explore

Nature’s framed beyond glazed door

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A pretender perched many a year

Penning in silence for all to hear

Words, numbers and colors all float by

Till looming shadows shade a sunny sky

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This past’s the shadow to reflect

Reminders of the pasts neglect

Selling the former to fund tomorrow

When even good times odds say sorrow

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Betting the future to play today

Retirement in the opposite way

It’s yesterday’s dream to say “I am!”

Today a poet, tomorrow a scam

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Or just a dreamer dreaming a dream

Building castles by the ream

A hopeful realm to rest an ancient head

Dreaming forever in my feathered bed

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