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lifting up skyward
wind providing the power
wings slowly flapping
carried higher as I soar
through clouds taking flight today
God fearing, holding her cross close,
Three settings;
                     Heaven,
                                Limbo,
                                         I'm going to hell.
Choosing that more times than most.
Love spends the day
Wherever it likes
Out in the open
With no need to hide
Making its way
In pure delight
Sticks to the path
Where it's easy to find

The problem we have
That of mankind
Being lost in the woods
For most of our lives
So we struggle with love
In our hopes to find
As love spends the day
Wherever it likes
no more than a sidewalk poet
at the intersection of life
tossing imagination
onto the faces passing by

adding a twist to the situation
enhancing other lives
where the truth is, gets quite the kick
purveyor of the times

days spent down on the corner
as the sun is sitting high
with a wink and a nod in knowing
puts it all to rhyme
You can take away my box of memories
Have the heart that beats inside of me
Keep the house we always called a home
Leave me here standing on my own

Take away my reasoning to smile
Watch me walk the long and lonely mile
Use the tinder part for show & tell
Don't forget to mention how it felt

Hopefully all of this will be enough
All I ask is that you leave behind my love

You can have back all the time that we both spent
Everyday and everything it meant
Give back all the thorns, toss out the rose
Turn the open sign around to closed

Keep the list of promises I made
In case you chance upon a raining day
Take away the look that made me smile
At the corner edge of the here and now

Hopefully all of this will be enough
All I ask is that you leave behind my love
how many want to forgo the middle
and take it straight to the end
passing the lessons learned
between the joy and the hurt
you'll never know what you have

how many of us lose our patience
if things don't go according to plan
or the way that we think
our lives should be
with the bird we have in hand

the past is past let go the grasp
focus on what's ahead
do not fret the could have been's
or wonder at the why's and when's
with that being said

let the water flow under the bridge
count the second to the minute left
stay steady in the middle
and the end will take care of itself
POEM 106**
“Lose Yourself to Dance”

It’s a new year
so ‘lose yourself to dance’;
wild gyrations laughing
at hips swaying the air
in riotous tones
and happy feet.
‘Come on, come on
everybody on the dance floor’,
yes, even you
with those doubts and fears,
let me dance away your tears,
just ‘lose yourself to dance’.
~~~
I know the world’s a mess,
that we live in light and dark,
inner turmoil
of what we are becoming;
self conscious insensitivity
to atrocity after atrocity,
wondering,
have we lost our humanity?
~~~
As the world,
our lives,
teeter in this chaos
let’s   STOP!
And lose ourselves to dance.
‘Come on, come on come on,
everybody on the floor’;
bodies afire with rebel music
we won’t live their way any more.
Let’s dance in our gardens,
plant our seeds,
harvest a world
without their criminality.
~~~
‘Lose yourself to dance’.
Yes even you
with all your fears,
all those self-cultivated doubts
pass them through music’s prism,
a mirror of refracted life,
a pathway to hope
and our humanity.
~~~
Come on, come on, come on
it’s a new year - 2016
everybody on the floor
join me in rebellious dance!

Aztec Warrior 12.31.15
First off: HAPPY NEW YEAR poets of HP!!!  A bit of explanation. This poem is inspired by several things all at once. First is reading a poem by Vicki ("in the savage garden") and I used some of her ideas in this poem; second is listening to this song by Daft Punk, "Lose Yourself To Dance" (the link is :  https://youtu.be/t-8rvk40qss ) hope you enjoy it; and third in a few short hours it will be 2016!!!  So I hope everyone enjoys the poem and has a very happy, healthy new year!!!
A bat needs a ball
The way a snail needs a shell
As far as I can tell
They fit together pretty well

A kite needs a string
How a finger needs a ring
The way Winter months longingly look
For the covering of spring

A book needs a read
The way a field needs a seed
Like any minute
Needs a second to help it breathe

A baby needs a bottle
A fork needs a mouth
A thought needs a cranium
To help it bounce around

A song needs a tune
Like the morning needs the dew
Where everything that is now old
At one time was brand new

Would right ever be right
If there never was a wrong
And what good would be life
If love never had a poem
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