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Finding Your Mind

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This is empty

this is blue

this has holes in it

everything fell through

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There was no net

just blacker blue

just empty space

where I thought I knew you

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There are two sides, if sides

must be taken; then taken

each side is a right side

(if sides need be labeled so)

A right angle is formed

if sides meet in the middle

to share the space of the

newly connective corner

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While you are waiting

for tomorrow

’til sorrow has passed

time is running away

Days gone, will never

come back

They lack the means

that’s the price they must pay

So, wait no longer

focus on now

and how to believe

 in the glory of today

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And then, the rains came

to wash the disappointment

from the soles of our feet

Thus, we chose to dance

’til our skin was soft once more

The rain dance took days

while the sky fell to the ground

After, we walked forward

 feeling solid earth again

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I found myself today

I had been lost in the moment

as I walked toward a distant light

I looked upward to see the most brilliant blue

but not to feel it; I breathed deeply

without holding my shallow breath

Beauty filled these brimming eyes as

I stood before an ever-changing world

I saw the hope of my future while

the despair of my past faded from view

And although death’s darkness had

stolen irretrievable bits of my heart

life firmly grasped my waiting hands

 

 

 

 

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Round, round, round; outside, then in

so this revolving life does spin

all to the tunes of their coming in

Filling up, filling in

every space inside my head

until it weighs a lot like lead

mixed up with a bit of dread

from things said, to the things unsaid

just never what you had in mind

though like a love-lost fool, you’d pined

for the times before, left behind

when everyone seemed more of one kind

Round, round, round; inside, then away

leaving you sad-songed from the fray

Through the door to find the way

a bit dizzy, you pick up the day

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The birdies are all here

distraction abounds

young hatchlings test wings

screeches, the sounds

We attempt to keep up

as time rushes past

but to stay in the moment

one need not move fast

All fall back, in this tree

of summer days gone by

 the new, shared with songs

’til again, some will fly

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