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If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

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The Differences

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Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Liminality

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

I Need To Fly

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Knock, Then Come Through

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Every One of Us Has a Door....


there is a pause
in the night
a crack to fall into
a closet door closed
in which there is no key
I am the only one to open it
it is up to me
I get lost here
but somehow I'm found

I can make the dreams
come around
and mix in whatever ingredients
I decree
its a rift
a valley
into the skin canyons of my past
making up me
and I populate it
with those I miss
and would like to see

here the snow falls gently
but its not cold
here the rain falls
and its never sad
here the leaves change color into the hues
I wish to behold
here
any fruit is always
in season
and plentiful
ripe and ready
for my extended hand

its my secret land
with many gardens
and many gently flowing streams
its a space where all can be possible
and it can change as often as I breathe
and no one feels pain

here the peace soothes and there's
music of every sort
filling in the air with joyous sound

instinctively
I know all their words
because the songs were written
with friends
all the animals I've had
and known return to me again
and dance with me

here--
clouds are for sleeping on
the earth stays warm all day
hunger and disease have been sent away

I visit this land
often
knowing
I know I can always return

every one of us has a door
which we can open and
to which we nightly yearn.


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