The left hand goes numb
Over time the heart throbs
Read the ancients
They will tell you
We are capsules
In time carrying the weight
It only grows
What we miss we wish
What we hold
Will grow old
And with time the
Answers we sought
Will become more
Evident
A truth untold
In ourselves
Not only ours
Belonging to
All of us
Sharing the best
We hold the worst
In this we find
Later that the
Understanding was
Always a part of us
Never open enough
Inside to receive
An invitation
To the self
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To touch or to hold
Intimacy indoors
Is it for others
Or only for us
Eyes are watching
Does it matter
Will it erase
Our meaning
When the oranges
Brush one another
In the trees
Is this intimacy
Do we take from nature
Our lead
Or do we think we claim it
On our own
Volcanoes teach us
Eruption
Thorns demonstrate
Matters of pain
Universal mother
Do we make love like the earth
Can we replicate
Her passion
Is the fire
In our hearts
Consenting
Or are we
Only deceiving
Ourselves
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The world is depressed
Crying in a way the clouds do
We all know it
Does anyone say it
Quietly living it
Pretending
It’s not there
Many can’t afford
To exist
This is homelessness
Living inside
Our homes
Who will agree with me
Who will stand up?
An evil gap
Created by wealth
Human kindness
Is what matters
An earth that sobs
A power unhinged
Even the artist agrees
Sad paintings are
Captivating
Then we count
Our pennies
Grasping on
With desperation
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Finger comb my hair
Run through the strands
Let shedded pieces
Fall and drift across
Stone ground
An ancient soil
So many voices in different tones
Trees resounding
Communicating in words
They know no pitch is
Definite and each its own
Shadows are dancing
As well as they behave
A congregation to celebrate
Their liberation
Pigeons they draw close
A recognition
Within their soul house
Shared information
This one has bread
Or so it’s said
He will bring more
Orange eye black pupil
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Is it isolation
Or is it learning
Many people walk alone
Even when they are not
Do we speak
In one language ever
Or are we all in
Different worlds
Of communication
Is the heart a book
Or a microphone
Is the grass a bed
Or food
Do we have both
In one place
Or are we separated
Do flowers bloom
For themselves
Or for the eyes and
Hands of those
Who hold them
When we are together
Are we alone
Are memories shared
Or solely our own
Both are true or
Mutually exclusive
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How would someone love you
Not that much?
Not enough
Give birth
Watch you grow
Disappear
When does it end
Why did it begin?
Smoke rises
Into the eyes
Of the wanted
To be wanted
Disbelief
Not a crisis
Perhaps a burden
Only a seed
Formed into a
Fleshling
Becomes a whole human
Does it call you back
Do you let it go?
When will you wonder
Where your baby went
Now an adult
You press game over
Still their life is going
Where are you?
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Silence is deafening
Comforting as well
Who is there
Versus what is gone
How may more times
Before we answer
Ourselves
Will we always question
Does sleep have a
Generosity
When we are holding
Our own futures
Do we grasp them
Differently from
How they are held
By others
A mind of longing
Is not alone
Even in sentience
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Desire for affection
Doesn’t disappear
No longer sure
What I see when I see
What could be
Frozen in my head
What is the difference between
One position on the planet
Or another
We are the same
Our environment shifts
We are alive
Scenarios change
Wanting to be held
One rejection is
Many times over
Later
Reoccurring experiences
Are reminded where
To land inside of us
Alone at home
Is not the same
As alone in the garden
Furniture is not
Flowers and mountains
Climb up hold the stone
Fall down ask for less
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Rumble of motors
Beneath the balcony
Call me back
So much pepper
Extracted
Will it all wear off
Tomorrow the same
Yesterday different
Stones are unchanging
Neighborhood as yours
You left in haste
To save yourself
Across the world
Another sea
Today is a day
To feel unlike yourself
If uncertainty is
A new consciousness
Can I stay here
While it’s still becoming?
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To be close is within proximity
To be afar is only a moment
A foreign land with no visa
A human on the earth
Resisting dog tags asking
Only for music and language
Transformation and if
To step out of the cocoon
We find the wings wet
Waiting to dry and still
Only one soul with two wings
When does the spirit fly
How long until the connection
Grabs hold and enters
A doorway of flowers and sun
Even when the moon is awake
Do we still long for this
Relative neighbors
A counting of timeless
Stories having yet to be
Spoken or told
Sitting on the rocks
Tall grass at our feet
Asking the wind to
Comprehend our
Individual depth
Immeasurably broken
Woven together by
Earth and stone
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