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The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

Tender Love New And Quick...



Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

Forgive Me (GHUEY-BOY)

The Loving Art

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)

No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem

Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

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its exhausting
all the arguing
all the killing
the disagreeing
the wars
the words of hate
the inner and outer noise of it

its even more exhausting for me
because of where I came from
I cannot seem to turn it off

I hurt too much
I feel too much
I think too often
I dream too much
I revise the world nightly
in my dreams
or my dreams revise me

I heard human animals being described
as pure consciousness
either individual spiritual beings
or one singular spiritual being
that its possible we could be part
of one another
an ocean with many larger and smaller waves
making an entire ocean

how then could I hate
how then could I deceive
how then could I abuse
another
if they were part of me
would I not only
be harming myself

I must think on this

legal copyright for this poem 5:18AM PST August 28 2019
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