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EDB Apr 2014
What gathers us here today
is the common misconception,
that the minds of the educated
can be shaped in one direction.  

What gathers us here today
is the relationships shared;
The celebration is pure
'cause love is in the air.

What gathers us here today
is the void now present;
Only now do we stop
and appreciate past lessons.  

What gathers us here today,
coincidental or divine,
is to play our role
in the age of mankind.
EDB Apr 2014
As I float through my memories
I always drift to Uxbridge.
The hidden gem of the inspirational isle,
home of Green Hill and Fire Pit.

The angels took root and settled
on the southern grounds of the temple,
while the devout and matured assembled ,
and the children dreamed and wrestled

Days of unadulterated enjoyment
in the pools and the meadows green,
the original music created
emanated from inspired beings.

I can still feel the vibrations,
they rock me to sleep.
When I fall into the sky,
I'll return to Uxbridge Street.
EDB Apr 2014
"I never did the deed,
yet imprisoned for years I've been.
say 'Zihuatanejo',
its where I will lay low;
and wait until you've joined me.  

Find the grandest of all oak trees,
beneath there's a box for thee.
If the contents will rot,
you've gone and got shot,
or died of a natural disease."

So alone, for now I'll be,
Filled with thoughts and my memories.
From the depths of the fuego ,
to Zihuatanejo;
I know what it takes to be free!
EDB Apr 2014
Picture a world where
you live with a girl
who knows your everything.

Holding her hand
you fall to the land
of wonderfully lovely things.

Color the pages
in shades so outrageous
from the feelings that make you sing.

Its harder to find love,
than cry out and give up,
or to get her that diamond ring.

These dreams can be achieved
with vulnerability
and selfless forgiving.

With optimism and will
the goal can be fulfilled
and Love, my future will bring.

Sunrise on
the
Horizon
EDB Mar 2014
The barking shakes me awake
******, now I must face the day
But first things first I gotta say
"Thank G-d all is ok".

Realize that I am lying on the floor
a direct result of always wanting more
Like a child, I crawl to the door
Like the elderly, my memory is poor.

Last night was something else
Fun, as far as I can tell-
but a pungent odor my nostril smells
Entering my bedroom I let out a yell.

Faceless bodies fill the beds
Their deformed limbs fill me with dread
Reaching out so I can join them, dead
Fearing delusion I shake my head.

As I run from the safety of my home
I look to find that I am all alone
The winding roads scattered with the bones
of all the companions I thought I had known.

The life I know, gone in a flash
The darkest of thoughts arise as I dash
I fall to the ground in a sudden crash
with tears in my eyes I think of the past.

Through the tears I look up to see
The looming water tower judging me
with new-found strength I climb it peak
Alone in the world I am finally free.

On top the world I fall fall down and pray
That he knows that I never meant to stray
That tonight he'll keep the monsters at bay
That he'll forgive my sins and wipe them away.
EDB Mar 2014
Drawing near is the dire storm,
whether wither or stand with her?
To be content in my perpetual norms,
or alter my nature altogether?

Moving on: to chase or to run?

Nothing in this world is surely proved,
theories will always reign.
Independence I will surely lose
but there could be many things to gain.

Moving on: to chase or to run?

Is the past the key to the present,
or something you run from?
Does one repair his car's dents,
or does the reminder come undone?

Moving on: to chase or to run?

These scars mark where I've been burned,
memories of days gone by.
Willowbrook where I return,
I think I know the reason why.

Moving on: to chase or to run?
I'd say this poem is about transitions.  Taking the next step after a certain thing happens in your life.  The first half speaks about the author trying to move on forge new relationships.  The second talks about the author's nature to second guess.  Clearly something in his past is holding him back.  Should he run from his problems? Towards them? Chase new pleasures and experiences? The author is naked at the crossroads, and his most vulnerable state.  
Or its a poem about The Lion King.
either/or
EDB Mar 2014
When all your thoughts are shared,
everyone gets a say.
granted, it is cathartic
'cause you fear you'll fade away.
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