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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)

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

Broken Things Are Beautiful

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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The Loving Art


its sung about
its written about
its lost and found

its over-whelming
it weakens the knees
its for everyone
your enemies
the very small
the over-grown

its hung onto
and slippery
and revered and adored

it makes frowns
turn upside down
its tingles
and it seers and burns

it obsesses
and it dresses up
and it mows down
the mightiest steed

but
its misunderstood
over-sought
not given out enough
its not a commodity
its not in how you look
its in what you down
it cannot be planned

its a verb
its an action word
its not just for special people
its for every one
in every land

its for your enemies
its for your least favorite species
its for the Earth
its for the sky
its for you especially
please grab its hand

and when you take it
give it back
as often as you can
with respect
with insight
with care
with zeal and honesty
with intention

make it part of
your daily life
make it your
life's study
your alpha and omega
your beating heart
your great joy

give of it freely
believe me
it will come back
just when
you hadn't planned.




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