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So Glad I Met You

The Blue Buffalo

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Not Someone's Grand Illusion



Wisdom of the Infinite

The Differences

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

Patch-Worked Trilogy

I Turn Forward

The Storm

Prairie Town Progress

Beyond Door Number Three

And Then It Wasn't Hard To Be Eight Years Old

Elise, Elise

A Bird, A Fly, A Cripple (Pity Poem?)

The Make-Up of Molecules

MOLECULES

HOW

Haiku's In Triplicate

THERE WILL BE MORE ...

EVENTUALLY...

The Change In The Change(s)

Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy

EXPECT COMPLICATIONS

A New Clear

What Exactly Comes Next?

Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

morning thoughts (begin again)

Encounter Before Dawn

Somtimes in Surrender

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

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what's in my name
isn't found in my face

I didn't choose my name
it was given to me
would I claim it as my own
how could they have known
who I was
the day I was born

truth be told
they barely knew themselves
nor their botched parenthood experiment. 

does the soul choose
does it have prescience
could it really know
who its been paired up with
and would they be good caretakers or
is it the toss of a coin
how the gulf opens up
and drops a soul
into this void called earth
and how this soul must grasp it
with all its might
because grasping means life

is it familiarity or familial
how I do have the eyes of my Dad
or how I'm like my Mother
always sad
I see things others don't
and might choose not to

and what makes me want to do
what I ought not do
and defy every attempt to control
I must have dropped from the darkest hole
from the sky
my soul maybe wanted to fly alone
for awhile
and not get attached
so I could be better prepared
before I came hatched into
this unkind world
who didn't choose to know me

I was old before the years caught up
I was old and never tied the knot of
childhood
I was the parent not the child
my parents didn't get the directions
nor possess the leanings nor have
the attention span that makes
a little one grow up and not be wildly
at odds with the world
let me tell you the one little pearl
or two that must be passed unto
the soul of a little child

never improve them
nor ask them to fall into line
with your own false image
of who you want them to be

always reassure them when they're hurt
telling them
it will be alright again--
and how the worst gets over
and at the end of darkness
is a prescient morning dawn

teach them they have within them
all the ingredients to
to thrive, to carry on

show them how
a soul's life can be serene
and that life doesn't have to be mean

and all who they need
they will find within themselves
and that
with time,
all can and will be revealed
 persevere to heal
as it's uncovered
(within yourself, my child, within yourself, little soul.)




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