Littered Paths

In overgrown glades
Paths reclaimed
Torn maps
Littered landscapes
Where they have lain

Cold air bite this breath
This sting of life
Within these veins
Aimless and true
The cost that I tithe

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Lessons

The past is not to haunt us
As much as we may have thought
But reminders of errors made
And the lessons they have taught

Maybe they are unpleasant
So we keep them locked away
Burying them down deep
But they still rise another day

Holding them to the light
To be seen for what they are
A time and place denied
Just one more battle scar

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The Rabbit Hole

Is there a right way for how this goes?
You have your friends, along with foes
Wanting a piece of what you’ve sought
Forgetting your name like they forgot

Some want to see you crash and burn
And they criticize every word you sing
I’m trying to keep from going insane
Isn’t that the way of this whole damn thing

Nobody will hold your hand to guide you through
It has always been up to you to remain true
Nobody can ever truly feel another’s pain
Too often just something else to feign

Today, you should say all you have to say
Is there a right way for being strong?
Still, most are just here barely holding on
Feeling like they’re doing things all wrong

Confess my heart and forgive my wrongs
If not you then who’s left when it has gone?
When all is done, and it’s time to fade away
Don’t point the blame when you can’t find a way

Look at yourself and you might find something
It’s time that we finally get this sorted out
So listen very closely to the sound of your soul
And forget all of the things we complain about

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Bloodlines

From there to here
We are of the past
Maybe pure or not
Blessed by paths
By crossing lives

Inheriting we become
The sum of those gone
Upon bones and ashes
A foundation of time
Hopefully lessons learned

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Ocean Deep

Sink into the ocean deep
Senses are hard to keep
Caught in a hurricane
Sitting in the eye

Waiting between times walls
As all around me falls
Stepping into the storm

Tossed about as a rag doll
Some stand, many fall
Currents swirl
Knowing nothing at all

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So Much

I own very little
Yet I have so much
Walls to stay warm
Amidst the storm

Breathing every morning
Is the gift of all gifts
And when I am hungry
There is food to feed me

Shiny baubles have faded
Into the tarnish of time
I never have missed them
What I had back when

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People I Know

Most have lost their minds
Worlds have been narrowed
Seeing only what they want
As times get tight and harrowed

Unwilling to expand, they ignore
Reality as it stands before them
But change is hard for some
While living on the margins

Awakening takes a major event
Which is in the air, and all around
But how many will heed the call
In their life here an the ground

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Learning To Walk

How many steps make up a life?
From the first with uncertainty
Unsure of the next one
Often stumbling we rise

Growing stronger we rush
Headlong towards oblivion
The unknown goals ahead
Yet to be seen by these eyes

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In The Beginning

The highchair beside the kitchen door,
my domain,;vantage point of my world.
On the linoleum checker board floor,
I played until my knees were sore.

The center of the world to me,
I learned to know as my mother
cooked and cleaned while I was free,
to grow into what I might be.

A world consisting of black and white,
as appropriate as the days television.
Images remembered vivid and bright,
raised by my mother in love and light.

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Their Path

Fiddle, faddle, and fuss
Since birth 
Chasing and grasping

They knew; they said so
We listened
And so off we go

They lied to us again
And lived
With their pain

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