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Gamekeeper

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On August 11, 2017

In Poeting

An elderly gentleman plays at a game,
conjuring images, handing out names.
Pieces are made and limits set.
(How the players soon forget!)
He closes his Eye and the die is tossed.
Losers will win but the winnings are lost.
Life and Death take different sides.
Duality now resides.
To see infinity with a finite mind;
ignorance needed, he puts on the blind…

So it seems an endless round,
ego rules the boredom-bound.
Circling stifles compassionate lovers
but loving ourselves admits there are others.
Gulping air leaves greater thirst
and swelling hearts must surely burst.

Eyes that are sleepy are prone to illusion.
Minds that are thinking are host to confusion.
All seems lost, a phantom race;
filed away, an unsolved case.

Now these are all pieces, the great and the small.
All is in all therefore, all is in All.

Solaria

By

On June 30, 2017

In Poeting

I’ve Seen the Sun,
so you see,
I am I
but I’m not me.

Flown so high
my tongue is tied.
Just this smile
and laughing eyes.

Stalwart Green

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On April 20, 2017

In Poeting

Yawning long across the green,
the sun-shot ghosts of somber trees.
The birds fall silent to their nests
as the day-star falters west.

Now at last the world can dream
and rest her head on stalwart green.

The borders and edges just moments ago,
so sharp and harsh in the crimson glow
are softening and melting and starting to blend
as the images flock to reality’s end.

Here at last I’ve come to dream
and rest my head on stalwart green.

Compadre

By

On March 17, 2017

In Poeting

Emotionalistic, anti-socialistic
followers of the Bind.
Bottle-blurry,
loving worry,
trapped in the web that is Mind.

Incarceration, fascination
with finely balanced shocks.
Hard to see
in light of Me,
the Heart of Paradox.

Broken wheels have made us feel
bereft and all alone.
Several years
and countless tears
measure how we’ve grown.

All is paced and each is graced,
perfection is the rule.
What we see
is what we need
and everything is cool.

From self-attacks we must relax
and seek out what we love.
Simple birth
for what it’s worth,
here’s our heart-felt Dove.

Accept what is and that’s show-biz.
Relativity, that’s the deal.
I salute you my friend,
in this world without end,
where all the Illusions are Real.

L’état, C’est Moi

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On March 4, 2017

In Poeting

‘Tis a foregone conclusion
that beyond the world’s illusion
there are stranger things
than we can ever know.

But now we must be fearless
for the gods no longer hear us
’cause it’s our turn now
to run the Show.

Strata (Various)

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On February 5, 2017

In Poeting

Awoke this morning from the strangest dreams.
Imagined I’m sure, the lingering screams.
The truth, like the onion seems
layer on layer of bittersweet dreams.

For again I awoke, with laughter this time
and started to set the illusion in rhyme.
Then startled, I realized this world was not mine,
not my true place, not my real time.

I awoke once again! This seems solid and real
but never again can I trust what I feel.
Broken my walls and shattered my shields
as I wait to awake to what’s finally Real.

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