It's late...1969... the sun's going down as we turn west for the last time. Driving this long black Caddy,…
A lack of literary artifice is no sin, So long as the way of the words invite the soul in. 'Poets are used to discovering, years after a poem is written, what it's really about.' -Kathleen Norris (from: 'The Cloister Walk') 'To live is to fly Both low and high.' -Townes Van Zandt 'You don't choose a life, you live it.' -Emilio Estevez 'There ain't no dark Until something shines, I'm bound to leave This dark behind.' -Townes Van Zandt 'There's alot more standing here Than what you see, My back is bending low But my spirit's flyin' free, This ol' bag of bones Ain't really me.' -Guy Clark 'The poet says, Here, let me show you something. That is, let me help you to see something as you have not seen it before.' -N. Scott Momaday 'It is better to die standing up than to live on your knees.' -Emiliano Zapata)
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A house sits empty Upon the plains, Left so suddenly To bear it's own pains -…
In a meadow serene Appears a sight seldom seen, A bird and a cat Stand back to back,…
The sun sets In reflected glances, The wind purr's In delicate dances-…
On the darkest night I sit outdoors facing North. I see the cold far off...moving slowly toward me.…
The cow died When the rooster crowed All the seeds were planted All the crops sowed;…
Go, sit out at night be watched by the moon, stars and milky way, remain, until dawn breaks fresh upon a whole new day. Simple sensations, divine revelations…
- Life has its share of Unimportant stuff - Of such worthless worry and fear We've all had enough;…
Rain pours upon the metal roof with the sizzling sound of a frenzied phantasm.…
'Vainglory is the bane of us, the humans.' - Mary Oliver I no longer want to be useful, anymore.…
I recall the times I'd dance on life's delicate toes, Always believing The faster I'd live, the more of living I would know -…
There's a finality to everything, a melancholy-madness to it all; The days are so recalcitrant, like young lives and loves…
Come and see the old poet Laying in his bed of ashes and dust, His love in ruins His mentality frozen by restless rust,…
Sometimes I think I think on the brink, my mind in overtime needs a little drink -…
One longs for a little humanity now and then, the kind found in the old 5 & Dime store at the soda fountain of long ago.…
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