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Burned The Bridges

We burned the bridges

And boats,

Left them in smoldering cinders

Upon the shore.

 

We can not return

To the time,

The place

The home we knew.

 

The river of time

That we crossed,

Flows on,

Unstoppable,

Raging.

 

We can not

Swim upstream,

Backwards in time.

We chose not to

Swim against progress.

 

Now we’ve come to a place,

Without spirit,

A Place unnatural, and new,

With no rules.

 

Can we survive?

Can we find harmony?

Or will we lose ourselves

In the machine.

Will we remember love.

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So it is P.A.D. (poem-a-day) time again, and until this becomes my job, my job is my job, so I will post as much as I can. Let’s start with this entry, and we will proceed from there. Hope you enjoy.

 

 

I am still here,

For now!

For a moment,

A twinkle in the eye,

Of the Universe.

An atom, among

Uncountable atoms.

There is more

Than this shell,

This slow-moving

organic miracle.

There must be breath

and consciousness,

There must be more.

There must be light

and nirvana,

A place beyond,

This place,

A dimension

Of grace and awareness.

There must be a place

For my head..

In the universal clouds.

Thought upon thought,

Drawing us closer.

A plane

Where we are we,

And not what we see.

A Sketch

dreams die with age

The Traveler

Out here, on the road

traveling, alone.

Wondering silently,

who’s waiting?

 

Those who love me,

wait silently,

for my return.

 

I’m tired of the dusty road.

Want warmth and home,

out here traveling,

silently I roam.

 

Sing the song,

play the game,

do my work with aplomb;

Oh I can’t wait

to be home.

 

There my shelter lies.

There my heart lives and dies.

There you lie,

waiting,

Loving.

 

Soon I will be there.

Lying beside you;

Loving.

A Fall Tree

He sees

the reds, the golds, the greens

and myriad oranges

in between.

The cold skin tightens,

frosty air awakens his mind,

as he views

the trees of fall.

He exhales and thanks

those above, in a crisp breath,

For a chance to see

The beauty of a

Fall tree.

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