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that smile from a distant moment
a moment in time
that burns forever in my dreams

my high school crush
that I let slip away
we shared poetry and laughter
but never love
for I had another
and did not recognize  
that she was the one
meant to be

how perfect it was
that smile
it was real
it was...emotion

fifty years later
and the smile I expected to see again
in other faces
other dreams
never came
Pain is inevitable,
Suffering is optional.
The crossroads of success,
Is always constructional.

If we could become tress,
Solid and stoic, deep rooted
In Mother Earth's flesh;
We could stand firm
Through the tempest, unswayed.

But we are only humans.
Covered in darkness.
Hiding behind our fears,
Timidly withdrawing from
The ominous tempest.

So, embrace the fury,
The daunting gales that
Once were scary.
After all, you can't
Stop the waves,
But you can learn to surf.

And even if you sank,
Deeper into the void,
At least you'll drown
Knowing there was
Beauty In The Struggle.
love did light this darkened soul
and calmed the storm that raged
turned my heart toward peace and hope
it soothed the war that waged
beauty filled my eyes once more
ugliness turned its face
the cold that flow through vein to thought
did melt with one embrace

but the darkness shall return in time
the storm again will stir
the arms of war shall raise sublime
beauty become a blur
the cold will flow from heart to heart
our love shall freeze in pain
for I cannot shed the chill of darkness
it is born within the grain

you sparked the love
you fueled the light
with eyes so deep and warm
yet we must say goodbye
for I sense the calm
before the storm
from the attic - multiple revisions
was I not there for you my love
when the touch of night set in
when the smiles turned dark as storm clouds
and the nightmares would begin

your eyes were open
yet your heart would close
while the ghosts of childhood
come to prey
I tried to shield your soul from them
but the night is where they play

savage are the dreams that lived
in the heart and mind of my precious Eve
I'll find you in the light of day
when my nightmare takes its leave
where the ghosts that took you from me
cannot touch this sacred place
until that night
I'll feel you right
beside me
the ghosts of the past
'it is not the language of painters
but the language of nature one should listen
to reach the perfectly articulated thought
in search of the lost chord
it disappears like foggy mist
in the wake of a rising Sun
the foggy mist of my decline

what a dream I had
if only I could show you
the struggle ...a few borrowed lines
The big C
come to get me
like a snake in the grass
crawling quiet and slow
you begin to grow
taking small, sleeping victims
while I sleep
while I dream
but you made the mistake
that snakes often make
you bit off more than you could chew
I knew it was you
there is only one item now
on your menu
fire
I got his ***!
Shaky Spear is my name
and rhyming is my game
though I don't need to rhyme
to be sublime
I prefer the lines
that stand on their own
just words alone
in a desert of colorless bone
and dying poets
playing with thoughts
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