EYES OF WATERFALLS… a song

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As I stand here in the rain

I can’t tell

What were tears and what were raindrops

When they fell

And the puddle that is growing

‘round my feet

Will find a hole in my soul

When they meet

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Please don’t talk about horizons

And of time

There is too much going on, now

In my mind

As these ashes of her spill upon the wind

Into the ocean of this sadness

And the end

I remember when we met

On that playground

For both of us love at first sight

I know, profound

Well, the years drew us closer

As they passed

And then the vows that we exchanged

Had come at last

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But fate had written heartache

All along

Crashing down the world around me

With this song

All my dreams and all my hopes

Were trampled down

Now, in these eyes of waterfalls

Is where I’m found

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Don’t eat the berries… a poem

After eating the berries

In the woods where I walked

I sat leaning against a tree

And in my delirium, talked

To the gnomes and elves

That were circling round me

Apparently they

Had been hiding in the tree

I inquired why the light

Was getting so dim

As I took my last breath

And became one of them

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GUARDIAN… a poem

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Come back to me when you find yourself

Come back with all of you

The fairy tale we called our own

Was a perfect dream come true

But fate lies in the nature of

This ever-changing world

You may have lost the one you love

But you’ll never lose this girl

You see, I have a pair of wings

And I watch you, everyday

So, when you find yourself again

Know your angel is okay

FINAL PORTRAIT… a poem

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The shards of glass

Show sides of me

I don’t think I was ever meant to see

Memories of loved ones

Gone long ago

Haunt my mind like a salacious foe

Love and hate – empty and full

Reflecting the dark-side in this poor soul

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Childhood kindness

Like holding hands

Whispering secrets

And making plans

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Making love for the first time

Reflecting through tears

Lost in a world

That thrives on our fears

These are the final portraits I see

As life’s vital essence spills from me

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THE ANNOUNCEMENT… a short story

The constant thump, thump, thumping was making him crazy.  “What in the world is that incessant noise?” he thought.  The sky was clear except for heat lightning playing tag in the distance over the gulf waters.  “Well, it’s not thunder!  I’m never going to get any rest at this rate.  Ugh!”

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Slowly, the thumping slowed.  He was drifting off in fond memories of fishing with his dad, then his kids, and then his grandkids.  “Life has been such a blessing,” he thought to himself.  A smile played across his face. “I’m so tired!”

There, in the room, by his bedside, his children and a few of the grandchildren watched this transformation happening on the sweet old man’s face.  “What’s he thinking about, dad?” one of the grandkids asked.  “Well, if I know my daddy, he’s thinking about fishing.” Came the reply.  “Gosh, I haven’t seen him smile in a long time!” replied another.

There was a deep breath from the bed, a long, slow exhalation, then nothing more.  A nurse, who’d been sitting on one side of the bed, placed her stethoscope on the man’s chest, over his heart.  After a few moments, she looked up with tears of compassion in her eyes and made the announcement.  All those present let out a cumulative breath that they didn’t realize they’d been holding.

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After a few minutes of sniffling and quite sobs the eldest son bowed his head and thanked God for this beautiful, wonderful man that he called dad.  Then, the youngest grandchild whispered these words, “I hope you catch a lot today, grandpa.  I already miss you!  Good luck!”

THE LINEAGE FALLS… a poem

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From whence doth despair

Find its rosy rouge

Placed upon thy fair countenance?

Was not your prince,

Adorned in fawning armor,

Enough for your virtue?

Aye, tis with deep vexation

Your king beckons

This besmirching wraith

Be cast off his princess

With its superciliousness visage.

Alas, the bite of one’s own blade

Did bring dishonor upon our house.

Verily, the lineage falls.