I would have life be sweeter

but the Ineffable has other ideas


and those conditions of our created reality

are firm despite what we dream


oh I once thought self-forgiveness was the hardest thing

but I was mistaken I was misled


acceptance is the hardest thing since the sweetness

of acquiescence has after all the most bitter tang





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it isn't long before we shut the gate behind us

and who is with us is with us and those who didn't make it

will fend for themselves...to die in a wilderness

or find the tribe to which they truly belong...


no agreed idea of salvation is valid

not when so many are on their own unique roads

and any agreed compromise is a betrayal to those

stumbling along their roads


be careful when you speak be careful when you moan

any huckster will work his way in and upset

the balance of each tribe's template

like the beggar beseeching for quarters to live


you must help him but if he spends it on a drunk

then the consequences are on him






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I'm excited and afraid

at what is to come


age doesn't matter in this...

what's done is done for so long


no trace remains in the world

and makes no invitation


to meaningless nostalgia

today's the deal as the pot sellers used to tell


those who complained about rising prices

I miss my herb but not so much


that I'd damage my progress for a taste

have a sip of wine (or O'Douls if your liver's shot)


I'm excited and afraid at what is to come

and here it is...and away we go...





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you kicked open a door

I thought was long sealed shut


you showed me a way

that had been littered with regret and remorse


and tipped me off to the ways around

these obstacles that I was so busy


paying too much attention to...

oh when your fantasy tells you to get real


you know something has come to an end

and a fresh start is only a re-awakening


to what still may be...I owe you this

to be the one who shook me from my sleep


and showed me there was a way unblocked

through that open door...





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my childish beliefs

have finally left


and I am left with

my consequence…


every couple of days

I think this


because every couple of days

I see I missed


a warning sign

or indulged a habitual quirk


and another disgrace

peals another layer away


to show how deep

the childish runs...




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good morning


the low rising sun casts its copper light

on the building across the window

and every move leads to an emptiness


a lifetime of living

titivates under the skin like a fly

but nothing gets accomplished


nothing gets done

nothing happens but a daily paralysis

watching the sky fall and you're unable to run


morning and the day's wasted already

and to cling to life is to have

absolutely nothing to say


and talking talking talking incessantly anyway




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whatever celestial revolutions

are exploding across the heavens


the hard ground of earth

catches the plunging wreckage


of ill-fated flight

or the rains that water the seeds


ever planted by those

sowing with one eye to the sky


the circle joins here

in our wind-wrapped huddle


a clasp to hold our boundaries

so we do not spill before our rightful times


our force under the spewing detritus of stars

falling to earth like gold...





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