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“Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.” – H.G. Wells

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The path in life sometimes leads us
down an undesirable, unfamiliar road.
Weathering the storm, braving the elements that test the resilience of shallow skin. To lurk past the dark musty alley,
wading through shadow and grime.
Where both feet ache of journey, every joint grieves the next step.
Cadence sags; hope is fractured,  joy is doomed, fear and doubt has crept. Then the glorious vision of destination  empowers the weary heart, to know no tomorrow, to know no defeat, to know no turning back.  But to sprout forth eagles wings, ascend to the height, and add to us what we lack.

-Benjamin Thomas

COMFORT BLOOMS

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There’s nothing like the comfort of Sun;
of being wrapped in her reigning ray,
to wither away at her glamorous gaze,
and in her golden essence be led astray.

Her hope always travels the distance;
to brighten gladly the darkest rooms,
the sirens of light arrive dancing,
as we become heirs of comfort bloom.

Flower Child

Old man winter has lost it’s grip
while Mother nature percolates with a zesty breath in her chest and a brawny spring in her step
only anxious to tip the scales in favor
of her eyesome blossom
ready to unzip her staggering brilliance
expecting to deliver her newborn flower child captivating humanity all over again.

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Let the lesson begin
By draping the eyes and filtered mind
Shutting the gates while souls unwind
Trample the river flowing images
Firmly plant thy feet
Drive excuses before they sting
Peace honor and tranquility greet
Club every doubt every fear you find
String those memories good and kind
Stitch them with skill into a kite
Surrender to a trip keep yourself light
Abandon all worry to the earth
Set sail and knead the wind

3/20/12

3/20/12

Was the day my heart cracked in grief

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Was the day I drowned in unbelief

3/20/12

A mystic day where sound mind was bent

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Was the day all calm composure was rent

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Was the day my lovely father died

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Was the day I cried, and cried and cried

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The day my father succumbed to death

3/20/12

Was the day he offered his final breath

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Will be forever etched across my chest

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Is the day that stands out from all the rest

Rolling Stone

I’d rather be a island float
than dance in a nation of thieves
I’d rather extricate all emotion’s growth than have you see me grieve
I’d rather have a day of rain
than hope for a searing ray
I’d rather witness blooms unfurl
with fruits in lavish green to stay
I’d rather be well known by others
than swallowed whole by unknown
I’d rather sport a genuine frown
with my brothers than don a smiling mask and crown
I’d much rather be built up with others
than suffer alone as a rolling stone

THOUGHTS TUMBLE

Hopeful thinking
tumbles astray
pokin’ in the dark
and fishing for the day
of relieving itself
from toil and pain
discard all worries
flush em’ down the drain
to rid the bowels
of conflict
and finally abstain
from suffering
Wishful thinking

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