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Side Of The Road

Trying to imagine

where I am

standing by the side of the road.

Thinking about memories

thinking about a time

when I really didn’t know

where I would be

in another decade

or in time.

I think about her,

and I remember,

standing here with her,

holding hands,

feeling the icy frost

of the winter’s night,

looking at the stars,

imagining nothing else

could ever come in between,

we were together.

Standing on the side of the road,

imagining what life

might be again

if we could circle back

and remember

what it was

held us here together

time in those moments

when time really didn’t change

We just were in the moment.

That was a happy time.

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This Pressured Mind

Seems a quiet resistance

comes alive when alone,

wondering about the now,

forgetting about the past,

or wanting to,

wishing we could.

The future is unknown

tomorrow we’ll wake again,

decide upon the morning,

a breakfast or simply juice.

Begin the day with coffee

reflecting on last night,

maybe last week,

wondering in the moment,

what’s next

a cup of coffee

new thoughts

trailing through my mind.

I wonder about her,

childhood,

just when we were kids,

filled with fantasy

and not even a remote awareness

all the years ahead of us.

What would it be like

if one day we wake,

and all those moments are gone,

and they’re just right now,

sitting in my chair

having a coffee

wondering about the day ahead,

wondering if she might ever know.

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Solace

What means this peace

of mind, in solitude

we seek

a mellow rapport with time,

some distant song

we want to find in our hearts,

a soul

so meant to be filled with love

we wander

sometimes alone, sometimes surrounded

by a world inside its own

personal journey.

We’re all finding peace

our everyday,

we wander inside the psyche of memory,

hoping somehow

we might find a solution

to the pain,

this constant dilemma

our own struggle

stays afloat with the normal routine,

without a conflict,

would we ever know

how we might find our selves

our peace

our solace.

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These Tears, This Pain

Someone told me one fine day about pain

lets you know you’re alive, can be again.

I wondered about that some years ago

everything I knew and didn’t know.

I wanted to be alone on my own

yet so much could I feel if I had known.

There were days of a steady disbelief.

I couldn’t know anything else but grief.

It’s easy to imagine no way out,

didn’t feel good left me wandering about.

I would crawl inside a symbolic hole

wondering if I might ever feel whole.

Whisper to me everything you know

helps me get past you, will help me to grow.

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She Had This Look

She would curl her lip

as an expression of thought,

I’ll never forget that

find myself doing the same

wishing I wouldn’t

and yet a sweet smile,

I remember again,

why it is I loved her so much.

See it just takes a look

see someone’s eyes smile,

and a day complete,

need nothing beyond

just that quiet moment

when we all can

smile together

knowing life is meant to be

gentle and forgiving,

for how else are we to live

than by the paths of our soul.

For would the world turn

when her eyes

she would give them to me,

she had this way

hers is an elegant look

I’ll never forget,

just hope I might,

one day

see her eyes again.

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Looking For Her

It’s a constant search

for that one we love,

who holds the key

to all we might cherish.

Do we know who it is,

or just an illusion in our mind.

Have we the common nature

of knowing we are not blind.

It seems relevant

to imagine such a muse

waiting in the shadows,

wishing to give more

credence to our fascination

than simply wanting to amuse.

We all search for her,

I do everyday

in the expression she might give me,

in the color of her eyes.

Standing in that coffee shop

so many years ago,

I knew love stood before

I didn’t wish to go away,

until another day,

I’ll keep seeking her vision.

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How Do We Decide?

What happens when we realize,

there’s really no reason to deny

the feelings we have,

how our imagination

wants to drill us

or suck us down some

long and deep well

where fear and confusion

hold strong the ropes

that led us down this path.

How do we decide?

What if each one of us

stood into the wind

and let the beauty of nature

take us in the wind.

If only we knew,

we wouldn’t hurt ourselves.

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In A Quiet

I do think about you,

on a sunny day,

driving in traffic,

going to sleep at night.

Doesn’t really matter where,

when you come to mind,

my world changes,

back into that original gear,

the one filled with

romantic notions.

I do think about you,

when it’s quiet,

I’m on my own,

listening to my ghosts,

the haunting nature of love.

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Living A Life

There is a stumble,

an attempt

a scrutiny

a desire to sleep.

Living a life

seems sometime

unattainable

lost inside an avenue

of acceptability.

We endure pain,

a need to expose

ourselves to what is that

deep insidious fear.

Living a life

seems a destiny

exists to move beyond

what it is,

what screams at us

inside our illusion

of safety and promise.

Living a life

without any strife

seems too easy to imagine,

when seeking an outlet,

some saving Grace,

some beauty in life.

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Still In Love

I’m still in love

with her,

not you,

though everyone imagine.

I hold her in my dreams,

a soulmate sort of thing,

I remember once,

she held me in her arms,

said this is it,

I wish that we might be

all we need.

I’m still in love,

not with you,

only her.