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February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

No Broom Could Chase Me.

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD



Taking Up Alley Living

Out On The Street

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 Off Brand

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Knock, Then Come Through

Being Ourselves...

Uncovered

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

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

The Differences

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

Patch-Worked Trilogy

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YOU DO NOT GROW OLD


the rise and fall of breathing

this morning
an even-ness
tells me you are alright

but what about tomorrow
and later on
tonight

who knows
how the future goes
and what's in store
keeping the surprise

I wear cautious eyes
lately
that's all you can see of me

I hold the days
and thoughts back
like a stemming of the tide
I dam them up
trying to
keep them alive
for the reliving

I return to the memories
that keep on giving
the sustainers

today
the world's dominated
by strife and whines
and the want-it-all and
want-it-back complainers
while some
barely hold on

we're holding on together now
rubber banded and band-aided
to the now and to our past

the growing noise and chaos outside
is something we try to keep at bay

maybe that's why I'm listening
so closely today
to the evenness in your breath

all  who you are is precious
wish I could strike the bargain too
to keep trouble and death
from knocking at the door of us
the best of two

you do not grow older in my eyes
you grow sweeter on the vine
the only bitter in age
and in the wine
is in how much longer the bottle will last.



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