Professional Documents
Culture Documents
to Freedom
Matt Lazin
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Baltimore
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Politics offer us politicians. Law offers us, well, lawyers.
Money offers us money.
Perhaps we are the creators of our own world, maybe
we have had help and encouragement from above. If we
are the ones who create the reality we perceive, then
would it be prudent to take more responsibility for that
which we create? If you are looking for answers, as I have
in life, look more to yourselves. Existence is the ultimate
question, or to be more concise, our purpose here brings
limitless ponderings. I believe that you are the answer. I
believe that you question reality or life because every line
of questioning brings fulfillment. Sometimes, not having
the answers, well, that makes life more like the adventure
that everyone dreams of having. The journey will one
day come to an abrupt end for us all. Although, I am sure
that it will be no more painful than the very way we
arrived. Force and Freedom are two diametrically
opposed imposters. Both would have us believe that the
other is more correct, in order that we need one or the
other more.
The very essence of life is that, all needs are provided,
free of cost. Real life and existence are truly free for
everyone. We cannot wholly accept this at all times,
because of fear. However, it is all right to be afraid, it is all
right to feel disparate or desperate. It is but the fragile,
unique beauty within each and every one of us.
Trembling in awe of the grand design of the universe. All
become afraid when exposed to the full force and majesty
of the universe. Though you will become braver when I
tell you that it is yours, and it comes with all Freedom.
You are free to practice evil if it is your wish. You are free
to practice good if you wish. Evil, however, will lead you
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very quickly to the end of your own journey, while good
will lead you onward and upward towards your very
hopes and dreams.
There is nothing sweeter than choice, freedom.
Nothing better than to share the goodness of life. It is a
sad day when something is lost, if it was not needed, then
something else steps up to fill its place. There are so many
things I love, that sometimes I feel that my heart is not big
enough, that I am not big enough to keep their loving. As
I grow and change, the world makes me better, I give
back all that I hope I can share. And if it is changed by me,
just a tiny bit, then my life is with purpose. Happiness
dances with warm comfort, and something is right in
another’s smiling face.
Thank you.
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Chapter One
On Force
From Force to Freedom
A nebulous cloud berths the first movement
Nothing becomes something
Creation, the dawn of life.
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Brief evil gives way
To the crumbling sands of truth.
Civilization grows, smaller for the individual.
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A Tale Through the Eyes of an Idiot
I have seen a madman in the streets,
His face distorted by the shadows of darkness,
While carrying his lantern of truth.
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Anticipation Dissipation
When hope just seems to fade away,
A struggling fight from day to day.
The only thing that keeps me here,
Is who I love and I hold dear.
Even when there is doubt in my mind,
I try to live and to be kind.
I don’t know why I do such a thing,
When everyone appears to do nothing.
I must be crazy, or so it seems,
Does anyone know, what does it mean?
Who is wrong, and what is right;
Or do we just fade into the night?
I know I’m not the first to wonder,
Nor will I be the last to ponder.
I only wish that someone would learn,
About all the things for which I yearn.
But I just keep these things inside,
Only because, “Nature loves to hide.”
I’m just a spot in time and space,
A second of life, then I dissipate.
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As Time Bows on Bent Knee
Farewell my colors
You have served me well.
Death I feel your hot breath.
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Ashes to Ashes
From the womb to the grave.
A struggle at first,
Going against the wave.
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Crossroads
Lost on the tracks,
What are behind those eyes?
Your friends know you no more.
Darkness must have followed you,
But happiness must have tried.
You need not run anywhere tonight.
A late message of caution.
Not to forget the ones who loved you,
Who must feel left behind.
The sun pushes away the night,
But it no longer touches your skin.
You are merged into one,
The lonely entity of truth.
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End of the Road
I’m one of those people who trouble follows like an
angry cloud. She comes along with her pretty face and
then I go to kiss her…only to fall flat on my face. She
walks on up to me with that twinkle in her eye, and as I
lean over, she disappears just as fast as she came. Who
knows why, maybe its just those dangerous curves? I
guess I’m just a sucker lookin’ for the end of this long
road. Days and nights go by and I keep tellin’ myself that
I know what I’m doing. That’s the only good lie in the
world, the one that you tell yourself. It never hurts
anybody else, you’re the only one that ends up in that
lonely corner of the room. Where the world is only a faint
cry and your thoughts are loud in your head.
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Epitaph of the Unknown Soldier.
The ugly side of man,
Sadness, a tear of blood.
Our fascination with power,
Our greatest weakness.
Life our cruel teacher
And we the ignoring students.
We are all the same, yet we can never be one
Because of this no war is ever won.
Humanity is the loser when justice is not blind.
Evil is a thirst, which can never be quenched.
We search the world for what truth we can find,
This is why we remain unclear.
We use our differences as our strongest defense,
And hurt those around us without knowing pretense.
Death, our only real fate.
And we the vain sympathizers.
That could never happen, when it just did.
Time and time again…
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From Corner Sight
Prickly holly to concrete walls
An empty sky looms overhead.
Somewhere a distant drone,
Reaches up from the noisy streets.
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Growth, the Pain of Life
We never know how much tears to shed
Until our saddest of days come.
Without the comfort of the mother,
And the somber song for you.
How much more can we take?
How much further must we go?
The numbness surrounds us
Yet we still feel pain.
I am the voice of tomorrow
Your struggle is not in vain.
From the depths of your sorrow
The bird of joy will rise.
For tomorrow the pain of life will be forgotten.
Though it shakes your very being,
This is how it must be.
What you feel is change
What you feel is the future.
Growth and pain bear the sweet fruit of life.
Hush your cries…close your eyes.
Sleep now, for tomorrow is another day.
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Happiness Without Surreal
Placid are the weary weak,
Lucid are the mostly meek.
Flowers grow and people fall,
Hardly go those who stand tall.
Withered are the hands of time,
Smothered by the rising rhyme.
Come forth and play the timid tune,
But careful play our they will ruin.
Make it sound new, so cover their ears,
Or they will feast while passion sears.
The sun shines on though they deny,
When they are gone, when they die.
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Incomplete
Removed from my senses.
My thoughts clearly alone in my head.
The sound of a quiet ocean,
Touches my deafening ear.
I focus on a feeling,
One that I can barely grasp.
This feeling is good, its content is unhappy.
Fear and misunderstanding its only enemies.
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Lonely Eye
Secondhand light from the sun,
Cast your shadows in the night.
Circling guardian to the third orb.
Lover to the waves and silent foe,
Gray shrouds of dust cover your soul.
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Mind Lying
I am passion
Nothing more, nothing less.
This is why my soul is so tortured.
Caught in a world of reason and logic
A heretic of the church of science,
I confess my sin.
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A mind that thinks and thinks
Really only of itself,
Or the heart, the thankless provider of life.
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My Approach to Oblivion
In the truth of the morning, lies the clarity of mind
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No Cuffs Contain Some Change
Hollow me you may,
But that will be the day.
The day when you take my heart,
The day when we are lost.
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My Window
I have a window that lets me see the world,
Not many people have a window like mine.
Although it seems flat, the edges are curled,
The distortions I see are perceptions of time.
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The misconception we have is that we’re in control,
Of the balance that exists in the nature of things.
When really we are mere children, guided by the
whole.
Who know not what a world we are seeing.
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On Death
Misty eyes the town,
From noisy glass-lit tables.
Joyful sounds drown quiet woe,
Anxiety muted speech.
Decayed imprints, concrete
An icy photograph depressed.
Wash the death-stained hands attempt
A suffered soul’s release.
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September 11
Man’s darkest hour,
Evil crouches, hunchbacked from its evil wait.
Good, the all-good, the effervescent way.
Love, the eternal beacon within, a tower in the sea of
dreams.
Third from the sun is love,
Above in good and evil.
The life is good, the Nothing bad,
Their love is in between.
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The Tragic Self*
Oh, my friend, how could you have done such a
wrong? Within an evil so great that it could overcome
even you. It raped you, took your innocence. You’re
afraid that it could happen again…I understand.
Something like that, it takes away from our self. We feel
the force of something greater, and we feel injustice.
Perhaps you did lose control, caught in the moment. You
have it back. It always returns. And, presently taken from
yourself, you have been given an inspiring gift. You have
the power to accept all that you are, the power to accept
the base of your being. It is time to forgive, time for all to
grieve. Perhaps we will never know why you did such a
thing, but that must not be taken from the fact; you did
what you did. You are a changeable being, do not let it
define you like it has. Do not let yourself be conquered.
Once, you ruled your world. You were the lord of all
creation. Don’t let that end. Tragedy hurts us all but all
hurt can be healed. Only the unchangeable end. You are
forever great, striving to do the best that you can. Doing
things wrong, aware, almost as if to punish yourself for
being so great. Up and up you soared to heights so
dizzying that when you came crashing down, you
couldn’t believe all the broken bones of your wings. All
the bloody ruins. The sheer brutality that you had
become.
You live, and on you will. A great many were lost by
you. One day they will return. They have always loved
you. Come to me, Let me embrace all that you are. You
cannot suffer yourself any longer. As I forgive you, you
may forgive yourself. Rise again but remember this; you
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are not as infinite as infinity seems. Infinity can be
defined by itself, that’s the tragedy. Nothing is greater
than itself. It’s all self tried to be.
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Think Me Not
I am not your dog,
So do not tell me to roll over.
I will not fetch your broken branches,
Nor fight for your table scraps of truth.
Lay down with me and rise not with fleas,
But rather comprehending that I do not bite.
You ignore me but I will not bark.
Nor perk my ears nor softly step at your presence.
These are not paws that walk before you,
Just the grimy hands that hold you up.
I am the common man,
Too dumb to take advantage of others.
I bleed to lighten the heavy heart,
Breath to clean your filthy air.
Strain, push, and press me down,
Break my back, still I toil.
And you think yourself above my suffering.
Animal I may be,
If civil is your greedy way.
Keep you from me, that I might blemish your eyes.
Blemished I that eyes might see.
Understand. I work for good,
Including you and your weighty pockets.
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I am the heart and you are the head;
But wings are the means to our ends.
There are those who trust the winds,
Those who think the heart a dog,
And those that think the mind a fool.
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To Hell with You
I hate you vehemently,
You and all of your ugly children.
You are a family of uncaring ignorance.
I am not afraid of you or any of your followers.
What I am afraid of is that I cannot exist without you.
If your oppression ceased then so would I.
No more blind slaves, but no more great thinkers.
Progress regresses without us.
It feeds on the conflict in between
I am no better than you, but you are still worse.
A slimy stepping stone that I am careful not to slip on.
We fight for a world without problems.
But if we weren’t neither would it.
You say that I am a mask of yourself,
But it is not your finger that points.
Rather the guilty hand of a stupid thief.
Your only redeeming quality is me,
And I am only a fool for admitting this lie.
Nothing is in your way but you will not touch me.
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Times Go the Will
And so, the story goes on,
Somehow myself left behind.
Quick-tempered fate dealt my hand,
In a game no one likes to play.
One day, perhaps I’ll win,
But that’s too far for my good now.
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Whole of Isolation
One must carry warmth to venture into the cold;
For without it, one seems more foolish than bold.
The stillness of the cold, the feeling that you are all
alone;
Only hearing the voice of the wind speaking in a
monotone.
The sound of your heart pulsing to an unrecognizable
beat,
Mist of your essence rising from the heat.
Gripping you with a bewildering awe,
Silence grasping you in its unyielding jaw.
Destroyer of the world you rage against fate,
Only to fade to a slumbering state.
From the earth you have come, into her arms you will
go;
But you will have changed the world, for all it is so.
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For My Father
When life began it’s timeless song,
And the trees breathed their deep, cool sigh.
As I followed in your footsteps,
I remember the way of your father,
And his father before that…
Not many clouds blanket,
The starry sky tonight.
As a ripple that spreads over water,
Thus you moved my life.
The tree of knowledge gives forth,
But three invaluable lessons:
One, you have only this life.
Two, for it’s brevity brings a closeness to others.
Three, love and compassion bring two-fold their
power.
A great man once said to me,
“The world will be as it is,
And you will follow your dreams,
Because you find strength in me.”
This man was my father.
Though he never said it in words,
It was his actions that made me the man I am today,
happy.
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Imposters and Sages
When it becomes time to heal,
Sorrow rises up from the wounds.
The ones who have been loved, lost
Rise up within us to give us strength.
Courage is a rare light.
And it is ever hopeful when it rises in us.
The face of courage is not black or white.
It is not man or woman.
It is not Muslim, Christian, Jewish, or Buddhist
It is none of the ways by which one makes a distinction.
Rather courage is a distinct face itself.
Not enamored with fate, drawn by life.
Real courage kills no living being.
It gives life at times.
When there is no life left to give.
It is the endless stream of the heavens,
Pouring through spirited fingers
To touch upon a dying ember of belief.
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When they gather to block out the light of hope,
The end for all is close at hand,
Courage holds the open palms of fragile life,
To lift them all, imposters and sages.
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Chapter Two
On Friends
Birthday
When other’s hope wanes in the night,
As gloomy clouds rain to each new day.
When the trappings of time slow to a still,
And the final call seems to have used all its strength.
This is where you begin,
This is where you are living life.
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Children Under the Eye
We are all the same…humans, animals.
With passion, reason, and imagination
We explore the world.
The only difference is craft.
We build matter to perception,
Our own perception, and we create the individual.
Lost is the real world.
Alienating ourselves to happy solitude.
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Destiny’s Path
Some moments are gone before we get to them,
But they are the truly great ones.
Our arms are too small to embrace the universe,
Which is why we must embrace ourselves.
We’ve been given a great gift,
The gift of love.
With the world at my back, with my heart as a shield,
Only then can I see the universe as it is.
An infinite mystery, mine to explore.
Sad times are ahead,
But dwarfed are they by the happy times they precede.
Yes, our bodies die,
But nothing can ever kill our spirit.
The will to live, the will of immortality.
Small is our destiny’s path,
Great is why we strive.
The higher good is above us,
As we fade back to our beginnings.
Look to the stars, dream your dream.
One day it will be a reality,
A step on which the next will stand.
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Grandfather Time
From the echoes of earthly binds,
Comes love to truth divine.
Though shadows overgrow
And our hearts divide.
As the sun rises and goes and the tides move to life,
The little ones sprout and their laughter, it grows.
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Let Us Play
The world is a great expanse
And you are but one soul.
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Ode to a British Roommate
I’ve been told many times how the English are better,
How our postal service is horrible at delivering letters.
“The Royal Post is much more efficient,” he states,
“Our tea is much better and friends are called mates.”
“We really should have won the revolutionary war.”
Rebuttals from me he tends to ignore.
“For British music is much more preferable,”
To American music that sounds so deplorable.
One day I wish that the American dollar,
Would be worth more than the pound because I would
holler,
“Ha, now what do you have to say!?”
But this is only a dream and it will never be that way.
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Oil And Water
Melding of things which do not mix,
Creates problems abound which cannot be fixed.
One of the earth the provider of life,
One of the world, drawn by a knife.
The endless entity from which we have come;
The mother of existence, of all it’s the sum.
The essence of time drained by a child,
Playing with death until it is riled.
Opposites in content, relatives in form
Behavior together is a tireless storm.
Clear and pure the elixir of change,
From scarce to abundant it’s quantity does range.
A depthless color to which we are drawn,
Pulling us in like the mask of the dawn.
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Today, You Are Special!
(For George Pocheptsov on his Birthday!)
One day you will be old and tired, and you will sigh:
“Oh me, oh my where did all the years go?
And who ate my apple pie?”
You will be so old that you forget,
To eat cake, not regret!
For birthdays only come but once a golden year,
To many you are special and very, very dear.
So play your heart away, eat cake and have fun,
Eat cake and more cake ‘til your shoes come undone!
Life is a great journey my young friend and little one,
The happiness and joy has only just begun.
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Laugh when you feel funny, don’t let anything make
you feel odd,
For today, you are special, let your family and friends
applaud!
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To the Sad Heart
My friend you see, you should not fret,
For life is on its merry way.
No longer shall you ever regret,
Your days of much dismay.
Though she bites your inner core,
She can’t break through your final door.
Behind this door lies one poor soul,
Wanting to just be free.
You will break out of life’s control,
And fight the raging sea.
Just look inside and find your dreams,
And make them into reality.
For even if a failure seems,
To make you feel miserably.
Find strength in your heart,
To reach all your desires,
And take your weakness apart.
Only then will you be free,
And out of life’s dreary mire.
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Chapter Three
Of Women
A Tear Falls Down a Blade
A million stars spoke to me,
By river’s edge.
They glittered with hope
From the sun’s warming hand.
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A Captain in Mine Own Head
Whenever I fall into your eyes,
My mind just swims about.
Whenever I see through your disguise,
The world and I without.
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First Poem
A woman is like a fine bottle of whiskey,
Each you’ll enjoy all through the night,
Though both will give you a hard time in the morning.
Both taste bitter, but they warm your insides,
Too much of either and the other looks all the better.
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From a Humbled Man
No thought, no word, no solace will do here.
Oh, how my heart has left me.
So precious are you to me.
That I value every word I have ever missed,
Every unfinished thought that I just let pass by.
I wish to comfort you, but I am afraid,
Afraid that whatever I do might be too much.
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Lost at Sea
Oftentimes when I feel sad,
Things are tough and I feel bad.
I want someone to care for me,
When I can’t find where I want to be.
I don’t know what I want to do,
I can’t decide what I want to pursue.
My life’s a ship that’s lost at sea,
Who’s lost her way and also me.
I want to find a comfortable port,
Where I can dock and my direction, sort.
Where I can stay as long as I please,
And always be welcome and not have to leave.
Which port, I don’t know where to choose,
I feel as if I’m not sure whose.
I cannot stay on this boat anymore,
I want to land on someone else’s shore.
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Our Mother’s Tears
My friend, not many words will do here,
The sands of time have brought us together,
We’ve washed ashore on this beach.
The noontide brings new faces
But on the morrow they will be gone.
The fresh smell of life lingers behind.
Our mother, she gently weeps for us.
She knows of our sorrow, our solitude.
So she brings us together.
Some of us shine even on through the night,
But most of us only dream of those few.
Broken shells of the past scatter with each new day,
And who will remember this short life?
The tides come and go as does time,
I will always know the sound of her waves.
As she gives you to me and takes you from.
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One Night
Night, she speaks to me
Blowing gently into my ear.
Calmed by her quiet state,
I listen to a distant hum.
The cool air flows over my body
Relaxing my tired mind.
Cars roll by, carrying people to their fate.
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I tell myself that it never existed,
But I know that it is forever lost.
Even if it was a horrible memory,
It was still a memory just the same.
Just as much as my other parts.
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Passion
Such is life that women want,
Such is life that men desire.
Nothing binds the two of time
Though vainly tries, their nerves combine.
Alive and well that wants desire.
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The Flowers of the After-fall
Touched once by the sun,
And even the kindest of caves seem empty.
Content but idle stillness,
Sits on the shoulders of high peaks.
Before, no abyss to deep,
Before, no star to far.
After no defining sleep,
After no meaningless weeps.
Bright skies through shining eyes,
It could raise not from disguise.
Cool winds smooth the earth’s rough edges.
Only time will tell between Heaven and Hell.
Rays of gold warm in the light,
But cold returns despite the fight.
Weak befalls no walls of truth,
Shadows hide with fear not pride,
Shaken in the mind’s eye.
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With You in Mind
My wordless one, I miss your nearing smile.
Your presence in mind warms me,
Comforts me from my cold past.
You are my only relief.
You breathe life into my still world.
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All Else Is But Soft Rain
(For Amber, my infinity)
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Storm Surge
The confusion surrounded me like a tornado ripping
through a small village. Disoriented, I reached for
whatever came my way. Something, anything, I needed
to save me from the whirling wind. In the center of the
storm was despair and sadness while somewhere else
was happiness and security. Why do I have to be caught
in this storm when all I want is to be free of it, if only for
a brief period? Flashes of it enter my mind, but they leave
as quickly as they came. For I cannot get happiness from
dreams alone. I must have at least a taste of my desires.
What is the point of it all, with no incentive, no goal?
Nothing to strive for, nothing to die for. What is to die
for? Only love.
For it is the only thing that keeps me alive.
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That You Might Live
The roar of a dark crowd,
Following my angry speech.
The eyes of many-faceted,
Upon my every move.
A quick glance at the beast
I can feel its hot breath.
It circles ‘round and ‘round me
Coming ever closer to its kill.
And at the final moment it pounces
Taking whatever it pleases
As it tightens its death grip.
My energy is long spent
So I can do nothing else but give in.
My will is broken when it feasts on my heart.
One last attempt to resist my lonely fated path.
But I cannot,
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What I Cry for You
Tears, that is what I cry for you…
Lost like me.
Nights too dark,
Days like night.
Passing suns, past the same;
Not too bright the moon.
Cloudy grays, some seep the mind,
Faceless time, times go the rhyme.
Find your way from within,
Know your way in without.
Evening falls, but rises the dawn.
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The Mind, The Mind
Our shadows are the same color,
When revealed by the truth of the sun.
No matter how light our hearts,
Our shadows are always dark.
Though, when the truth is gone
And night sweeps over the day,
Some say that there are no shadows,
In the realm of darkness.
Oh, these blind fools who speak;
With no thought of what they say.
Just because they do not see
The shadows do not mean that they are not there.
The sailor rarely sees the moon,
Yet he knows it pulls the tides.
The farmer rarely sees under the earth,
Yet he knows that it nurtures his seeds.
The women rarely gets her love from the man,
But she knows when he works her love works with
him.
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Of Passing Love in Passing Time
She’s better than platinum or diamonds,
She’s my everything.
She’s sweeter than tupelo honey,
Even angels can’t equate.
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Brilliant light beat, in the universe;
Almost dashed a fragile glimmer,
Yet the earth still rends itself asunder,
For power, money, and hunger be yet worse.
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Most of the Time from A to B
I like to pretend I know what I’m doing,
But most of the time I just grin.
Such pretense without efficacy feels,
As the worst of mortal sins.
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With trumpets blaring victory.
Violins wistfully tend to sadness’ expression,
Drums beat loud in anger.
Plethoric scales of chorus’s crescendo about,
The mouth opens and naught comes out.
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Being the Storm
Many times in life such sorrow comes,
So as to leave our hearts to themselves.
The stormy weather that is this life,
Comes to whatever new tomorrow.
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What is a world without a stormy night?
What is a storm without a world to rain upon?
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Chapter Four
On Nature
Begin
Through an empty shell,
I gazed at the water,
And I was one with all of time.
I felt myself struggle to come back,
The temptation of tranquility.
Was far to sweet for my salty inclinations,
And I returned from ethereal sight.
The weight of the world,
Pounding in my head.
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Even Rain
Before me the eyes of a fool,
A false perceiver of truth.
False that lies within,
False that lies without.
A rain cloud that invades the sun,
But even rain has its use.
Falsity the foundation of insecurity,
Only madmen dance with the truth.
It’s touch is too cold,
So cold as to make them feel sane.
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Nebulous
I see a sad star
Sitting in the night sky
Millions of miles away.
Could it be a mirror
Reflecting the twinkle in my heart?
Or a harbinger of what is to come.
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Of Nature You Will See
The mourning bell tolls only for time,
Be not sad or made weary.
What of life’s strange design,
With it’s somber paths so dreary.
Forget not the golden rays of light,
Forget not the poignant stars.
Ever will you dawn on the night
When blackness, whiteness mars.
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Of Water
The sea, the origin of life
Protectorate, provider
Murderer and divisor.
You separate man from man,
Forcing us to evolve our individual ways,
Then whisper lies into our ears.
We hear only with the attention of a child
And you expect us to learn?
There is a thin line between all things,
So thin that it isn’t really a line at all.
Just man tries to define it.
Putting up boundaries and borders in the name of
security.
When this is the very thing which we are destroying.
Our greatest weakness, loneliness dances with
Gentle fingers in the back of our minds.
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The Sound
The ebb and flow of thought,
Gravitated by ideas.
The tides come in and the tides go out,
Taking and leaving at whim.
Their whim is the way of the world
Protests are harshly ignored.
Without water there is nothing, space.
Now is the time for change.
For movement into the future of energy,
From the tidal pool and into the sea we must go.
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Sand Not Smooth
Falling rain from wishful eyes,
Knows not of its self-demise.
From within sets the moon,
Only stays the cloud too soon.
Teary blades the morning raise,
Wakeful thins, clear night’s daze.
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Up
To the one whose time is told,
The one of infinite ends.
May every day be,
Your self renewal.
May every day end with tomorrow’s beckoning.
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The Treasure
The empty pool fills with grief,
Only by the living weep.
The human soul, a lonely man
Waits for the end, a tiring stand.
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The Fountain of Youth
The soul is the eternal spring of life,
A constant flow of energy which can never be
contained.
Though seemingly it dies, it only changes form.
A soul can be found in a flower or faun,
Or on the face of a friend in a distant thought.
Soul cannot be found in a rock or mountain,
But one can see that it’s outstretched arms have
touched it.
Soul can be found in a quiet rain, or the smell of the
ocean teeming with life.
In some places it is abundant like deep in the rainforest,
In some places it is not like the middle of the desert.
It’s not necessarily wherever life is because it remains
unseen in a bustling city.
It can be found in a painting or a cry of death.
A whole gamut of forms equal in beauty.
The source of all this beauty is in the heart.
“What does a soul look like? I want to see it’s beauty,”
you say.
Just lose yourself in the eyes of those around you.
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Chapter Five
On Children
Before the Stars
Eternal children sleep well through the night,
Old you will not grow no matter where winds go.
The fresh breath of some god in all of us,
At the day’s end all woes must mend.
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Through Torturous Weep
With learning one must be as a child,
With fighting one must be as the lion,
With living one must be as a flower.
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Chapter Six
On Stuff
The Light Overcome by Darkness
The sun was fair and true,
A tempest of golden hues.
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The end of his travels was near.
The tear then dropped to the flame,
And thus was the light overcome.
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The Pointless Pen
Such sorrow when the world is left to itself.
Without joy without vibrant relief.
When the glimmering rays of hope dance with finality.
When the emptiness of time sets in.
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The Purposeful Riddle
Am I but a dream materialized,
That goes into itself again?
Are you but a reflection of me,
That mimics my every mood?
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On Writing
Hardly, write not compensates,
Good nor pure, communicate
Armorplated,
Suffocates.
Grows to big for any gates.
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Simply Put, 77437
Hardly, write not compensates,
Good nor pure, communicate
Armorplated,
Suffocates.
Grows to big for any gates.
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You Cannot Resist
I am the pied piper
And you must follow me.
I cannot tell you where we are going,
But you must believe in me.
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The One and the Many
There is but one rule in this dream, Death.
When eternal sleep awakens to the throes of infinity.
The strangest of realities, False.
The light within, our only Truth.
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The Blue Note
Depthless things, engendered rhymes,
Harmony but, some discord lies.
Symphonic waves crash discord walls,
Screaming sighs at relief’s wide.
Up and down no patterned song,
Horrible sounds yet notes revered.
Timing from a broken clock,
Singing chimes at quiet’s ear.
Voices undone reveal the plight,
Yet take me on from suffering’s sight.
Tragedy stopped the future’s might,
And builds the past through present night.
Unwinding paths of no accord,
Unite the winded, fallen swords.
Flags from weighty straightened beats,
Dancing round with tired feet.
Music comes from instruments,
Creation makes instruments feat.
Play with worlds and play with life,
Fragile steps with being’s strife.
Compose yourself, perfect your scheme
Then others will see how the orchestra seams.
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Chapter Seven
On Freedom
A Message of Peace
Today I discovered the keys to unlocking the secrets of
the universe.
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Ellis Island
You say there isn’t a chance,
You say that we’ve left no more hope.
How can we all live together,
How can all of us cope?
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Ode to Joy
The stars reflect to us the unlimited possibilities
Which we can behold.
To bathe in their glory is infiniteness, everlasting.
Nothing to hold us back except for reality.
They are the eyes of God,
The window to the soul of the universe.
The eyes of man are the windows to his soul,
The stars are the windows to the soul of the universe.
To understand this, even if only for a second
Is to become immortal.
After that second is over
We are dead,
But the thought of immortality will forever burn in our
hearts.
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Protector of the Tree
You and I, we were from different times.
Life brought us merrily together,
And we shared our respective rhymes.
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Spoken Softly
Alone in a crowded room
Where friendly faces smile.
Who has what to say,
But the quiet call of the next.
Whispers of ideas past,
And shouts of what is to come.
Yet no one will listen.
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The Walk Towards Freedom
To those who attempt to beguile freedom,
To those who wish to assuage the pursuit of life,
liberty, and the pursuit of happiness,
There can be no litigation with God.
You may be the purveyors of might, fortune and
assimilation,
Yet there is still a world which is beyond all reach.
Truth is an idea that is so noble, that one may only be
ever close to it.
It is the light that shines through us to illuminate
darkness both within and without.
The halls of justice may be ever swayed by money and
power.
For although the lady is but blind to grievance and
emotion,
Her balance yet tips by shekel’s weight.
Be skill ever tempestuous to overcome misfortune,
And balance your word’s and actions before the judge
of all humanity.
There can be no favor to balance corrupted scales.
Almighty hands do not tip the fulcrums energy,
Unfairly to pure or impure eyes.
Be it ever noble the soul that lifts others from the dusty
tyranny of sorrow and oppression.
Be it ever graceful that a smile shines to those in need.
Equality of all humanity, will not be a dream any
longer.
People are at once, all a great and terrible family,
Just as your own mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers, and
children.
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For a great King laid down on the altar of freedom,
And the noblest of men was extinguished as a beacon
of hope
To those who are blind to color.
Once a dream, now reality.
Reality, may be ever broken towards entropy.
Boldness still rises in youthful minds to fix it.
The future swells like an ancient tide, on the bow of
lady Liberty.
And the wheel is turned by tiny, playful hands
And the gift of innocence needs no security from
contempt.
As a child that goes to the yellow bus of learning to
wave and smile; to return wistful, happy and bubbling
over with joy.
So goes freedom to the dark places of the earth,
beneath the waves of tyranny and destruction.
Many have been lost to the waves of nature, fear, war,
poverty, and disease.
The thieves and knaves steal bloody lives in greed.
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We are here, we are now, we are strong, we are
empowered, we are loved, we are free, and there will
always be hope with the new little ones. WE ARE THE
PEOPLE!
America is not perfect and many answers are still to
come.
Neither father, nor mother be America from shore to
shore.
It’s people are ALL people, and the infant freedom has
taken but a few tiny steps and fallen. Let it pick itself
up again.
From a mother’s words of wisdom,
“If you are upset, the baby will be upset.”
And so it is with all who are learning to walk!
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