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We are but hat racks
moving through
a dark and silent world
with our internal consciousness,
beliefs, projecting - deluding
us with the fantasies
that these are our realities
(puffs of air demark us)
while internal chemical
tides control us.

But it is all god and
love connected to
nothing but internal
emotional truths
in a dark and silent universe...
Bring me

A time where food was for eating;
Thus, no hunger, nor over eating.
A time where clothes were for warmth;
Thus, no cold, no glamour.
A time where night did not sheath criminals;
Thus, dreams were merrily spoken.
A time where humanity was whole;
Thus, no discrimination.
A moment where time didn't exist;
Thus, no one sweated being late.

Time came and it went..
.
Blue is the sky
but also the ocean
kissing the shore,
for the very last time.

Blue is the snow
in all children's drawings,
blue is our skin
when we are in pain.

Blue is the empty
and blue is the farthest,
blue is the cold in our lives
and the pain.

Blue is the loneliness
always inside us,
it is the void
that makes us insane.

Blue is the biggest,
our most favorite color
it lives around us
as we call it air.
she treads unholy ground where you have faltered
shoulders broken soul to see you rise
she would kiss the sacred salted waters
seeking only sweetness from your eyes
her knees are buckling, carrying a burden
soft as love and heavier than stone
lips release a sigh that's only heard when
she feels safest, thinks that she's alone
tenderness to touch and heal the wounded
child within you hiding from the world
forgiving feet walk 'round the evil you did
bids you sleep, her arm around you curled
she's the reason flailing poets try to
grasp her gracious great unreasoned why.
Another blast from the past.
 Sep 2014 Rare but Relevant
Eric
I was made for war
My hands are soft, my lungs are weak
I was made for war
I have no discipline, I live to feed my flesh
I was made for war
My mind………my mind………………
It still contains the coal
Hot, burning, aware, remembering that
I was made for war
My leathered soul, dust covered, grey still burns
I feel it whisper, because
I was made for war
Lord, Oh my Lord
Harden my hands
Open my lungs
Discipline my mind and
Teach me to starve my flesh
Because
I was made for war*.

[Ephesians 6:12-13]
I stare upon the universe
The vastness my eyes see
But what is a universe
Light,
Darkness,
Nothingness,
Is it about size
Suns,
Planets,
Moons,
Rocks,
Dust,
But what if atoms were more,
Tiny versions of what we live,
What happens if what we are
Is but a speck, each
Universe a smaller particle,
Then oblivion,
Are we the start,
Are we just imagining this
When the atom bomb exploded,
Was that a
Million universes
Screaming out
Death untold
Consumed in fire then nothing more,
When atoms are smashed
Is the energy released
A million suns
A billion
Planets
Moons
A trillion lives
once there, but with a blink
Achievements
History
Life
Gone, no more.
When will it be our turn
To those who play god  
When they play with the universes
Abundant energy
But at what cost, not knowing
Each atom is a universe
So full of wonder, the creations of life unfold.
The taste
Of coffee
So fresh
So new
A rush
A flow
Down it goes
And up I float
In my brain
A different way
Pulling
Pounding creativity
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