Sometimes our minds wander
into another world
lighter or darker
and we tend to roam
farther away from our destination

The problem is it happens
too often for awhile
and our hearts
are led into other worlds
all too different
farther away from whence we came

Thus, we forget
our destination
was a little closer
than we thought
by the time
we finally remembered

The good thing is
we got back on track
and began to follow
the right path
and entered new places
with unending smiles

I don't know why
it just happens
then I find myself
hiding
wanting to hide my face
turn away
pretend it isn't real

I just let it be
knowing inside
or somewhere
it isn't right
it was never right
yet the pain is there

I don't know why
so many suffer
without speaking
but go on hiding
their shame, their scars
their pain

I know it well
as I've been there
scarred
inside and out
never again
to be whole

Yes
the pain is real
it happens every day
but to let it
is not by choice

Out in the middle of nowhere
left for ruin
for pain
for nought

Now to face the consequences
all alone
afraid
bereft

Forced to face bad decisions
loss of hope
loss of faith
forlorn

moon passes over quietly
in the depths of the waters
eagle wings flap

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mountain high

Angel                                                      
Sky                                  

/:/

Once there were real dreams people lived them

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(Such as you and I my lovely girl - child )

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I remember honesty

Even true love songs !

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WAR !

I remember Real Pain !

I
remember watching some die

/::/

in the middle of this gentle evening

The mountain boy

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Remembers the True Seed

The Deeper Love

the purest
Most holy

Family

The sanctuary of the beating heart

••

In a simple dream moment of a dream
We

Wander together

Wander together

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And find the STORY of which we have a part

The one that everybody soon SHALL READ

the one that ENDS the way it did START

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But I NEVER see a poem

( besides my own )

That indicate that anyone ever

CONSIDERS the other poets  here

( except for the pandering for praise )

Nor cares to

)(

Or even bothers to address the poem

To the other poets (!)

)(


We write to some IMAGINARY YOU (!)

)(

Oh well

We cudda done something great here

But we are chicken ***** who like to hide

In the braying and mooing of the herd

And the trite love we know so well




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