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POETS

Beyond the words is a place

every writer longs to be.

There, where unvarnished truth

resides alongside unlimited expression.

Poets would take you on the journey 

beyond the words.

The path is not straight.

The path cannot be seen.

The path can only be felt.

The path takes one beyond

the land of dreams 

and thoughts unscreened

to the place nothing seems.

In nothingness all lives.

Every possibility sounds out

silently.

The song cannot be heard.

The song can only be felt.

Until nothing erupts quietly

and words return

surprising me.

Art flows not from the poet.

Art flows through the poet

from that place

beyond the words

where all art resides.

The journey is within.

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DARKER DAYS

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I no longer wait through the night for sun to rise.

Darkness diverts stray thoughts and lets my mind play.

Flowers have taught me to wave away sunny days

whose glare overcomes the true color of all it covers.

Flowers’ colors are brighter on cloudy days

when sun’s harshest, boldest gaze 

is tempered by drifting clouds and shade.

The sun arouses, but not always in positive ways.

Passion and love arouse in darkness, under cover,

preparing us to live together on sun-filled days

which can overheat our passion with a challenging gaze,

and guns drawn out in furious blaze.

Night brings safety after those last shots are fired

into the night to hold it at bay, for those who tire

of being alone, hopeless and afraid; whose souls require

less sun to stimulate their hate and more cool nights

to bed down and draw covers over their endless fright.

I welcome the night which offers respite and insight.

I welcome dreams which bring truth and understanding alight.

If only we could recall our dreams in daylight,

perhaps we could create world where justice and mercy prevails

and all are treated right.

On the the hotter, brighter days ahead I fear we may fail,

holding on to what we cannot truly see in such bright daylight.

In such over-heated light true color is lost to our sight

distorting our view of all that is true.

Shoving microphones and spotlights on our frailty

too often distorts our reality

until we no longer can recall the truths learned on darkest days.

I no longer wish the darkness of night away.

I see all more clearly in the muted light of night

than ever I can see in brightest daylight.

I no longer wait through the night for sun to rise.

Darker days are here to no one’s surprise.

They may bring the only way we can survive.

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DREAM OR REALITY ?

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Is the line between dreams and wakefulness 

the same line as that between 

lies and truth ? 

Do those who refuse to be awoken

simply prefer to live in their dream world

where their power knows only those bounds

they tie about themselves

and feel able to loosen as they choose?

It is said the more educated one is the easier 

it is to believe conspiracy theories.

Sheer ignorance does allow a lie to fly.

But, worse, are those who choose

to remain ignorant of truth by staying asleep.

They decry being woke as if facing truth

is too painful, too uncomfortable, to know it.

Incongruence is unsettling as any scholar knows.

We search for meaning in everything.

We want the pieces to fit in the puzzles we work.

When the pieces do not fit, we become angry

and blame the puzzle pieces and take satisfaction

in wiping them off the table.

Perhaps, if we could be brave enough to truly see, 

the truth could set us free to choose pieces of reality

as it is when we are woke, not when we dream

of being more than we really are.

The truth is we are not perfect but we are enough.

Who told us we were not enough matters not.

Parents, wives, children, bosses ?

Conditional love leaves us bereft enough

to prefer the dream to such reality.

But, we are so much more than dreams.

if only we could realize we are loved, unconditionally.

Realize means living real lives.

And so I wake you from your dream

of superior being and dreamer of lies

to say I love you, just as you are.

Stay awake with me. There is work to be done.

A lot has piled up since you closed your eyes to truth.

I need you by my side to work within reality,

not with false pride; but, with opened eyes.

“You shall know the truth

and the truth shall set you free.”

And I shall love you through eternity.

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CLOUDY DAYS

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The rain came during the night.

Soft and silent blessings fell

to drench the earth

where mankind dwells.

But they slept on unaware

that helpful forces left a gift

to soften the soil

of hardened hearts.

They rose with the dawn,

faint light clouded over,

and misunderstood such peace

brought a chance to subside

the blazing heat of anger

in fearful eyes 

scorched

by staring at the sun

of a too-bright false sunrise.

Cloudy days ahead 

to soften the blow

when they awaken to the lies

that they have been told.

Every artist knows

one sees clearer

on cloudy days

when truth is crisp

despite the haze.

Or maybe,

because of it.

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THE ROAD UP

Why do words constrict the flow

of words in the mouths of a few

with money to burn.

How are those without cash to learn

what they need to know?

Such lies do burn

and cut

and turn

the truth around,

stomp it to the ground

hide truth in a burial mound

bathed in silence

except for the shouts

of those now on fire

with a true desire

to tell the truth

to follow the truth

wherever it leads.

Such a path may be difficult

but, it always leads up.

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AFRAID TO BEND

Sometimes, I think

I have forgotten

how to bend.

Life now seems

mere posturing.

We stand

for something.

Or, we stand

for nothing

real.

We sit on our hands.

We run from truth.

We sleep-walk through twi-light,

days and night blended

and mended

by calculation

of those who hold the reins

of our harness.

So, I stand

and I stretch

to find some balance

of thought and action;

a tiny fraction

of what reality

used to be.

And I dare not bend

for fear of losing

my balance.

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THE FINEST LIGHT

Forty winks and now

we see you,

until we don’t

lest we are mistaken

we have awakened.

The sun stays hidden

as we pretend

night is at an end,

and a new day begun.

The winking does not end.

The winking does not bend

the light enough to hide its glare 

crouching low behind the clouds.

Would it be wrong to open eyes wide

on days like these

bathed in cloudy skies?

Seeing truth shining bright

might justice be the finest light.

Stop winking.

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Sowing Chaos


Chaos is sown


when history is disowned.

Hiding past hurts


may reduce pain


but allows confusion to reign.


Disinformation presses lies

against the closed eyes.


Tit for tat news myths


play fast and loose games


for ratings and sponsor’s gains.


Hold tight to truth


and the lessons of history.


In chaos, our story will end


unless we know and defend


all we have been

and could become

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Pretense

A life of pretense

may be the only defense

against our greatest fears.

Truth lies undercover

lest we discover

we may not survive.

Committees and newsrooms hold tight

to the knowledge

which would allow us to acknowledge

the big spenders and pretenders

of climate and democracy,

the hidden autocracy.

Pretense is a fist clutched tight

by the side

ready to fight

once fear takes flight.

Do not be fooled.

Hang tight.

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January 6 Investigative Committee

JANUARY 6 INVESTIGATIVE COMMITTEE 12/28/2021

Secrets erode our fall from earth.

Heaven is too far to know

from whence we came

and how far we have fallen.

No one really knows

if truth be told.

That is a matter of faith

unsure

Unstable

unstoppable

like earth’s wobble

through endless space.

Despite the gravity of the situation,

or because of gravity,

still we fall

deeper into unknowing,

reliant on faith.

Perhaps senseless,

or at best clueless

until the secrets are told

and we able to behold

the truth

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