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When the sun sets we unrest
When the trees shake we keepsake

While the wind blows we implode
While love drowns we're dumbfound

Where souls hide in foresight
Where faith goes to scapegoat

Why do lies sing by lightning
Why truth lies in fools' eyes

What high cliffs we're climbing
What fear don't we feel here

Who then views the temples
Who is greeted by peace
An ode to my mother, mom you are my strength
For you, my God, I would go to any length
A gorgeous day not a single cloud of angst
As you rest peaceful in Heaven's outer banks


As high as a kite on selfless joy and pride
The sun grew jealous of light you held inside
You came home for Christmas gung ** bonafide
The world kept turning you were ready to ride


You could inhale hope smile and exhale faith
No marathons instead you won every race
Told to rest, but NO! You were God's special case
Wide eyes would float you to any destined place


Last Summer Point Pleasant you rode on the swings
Got off, and yelled, please don't let me do these things
You flew that day and today you've earned your wings
Angel for a mom makes me the king of kings


Could hardly walk and worse you could barely breathe
But you walked on out to meet the ocean breeze
The beach was all yours the perfect day was seized
Summer with Autumn was no longer make believe


You hit Atlantic City you doubled down
Toured the hotels and had fun you love that town
We had wonderful laughs there I love the sound
You chased happiness you didn't **** around


The woman who fought a most perilous strife
Never knew sympathy, although it enticed
Less than incredible simply never sufficed
Stronger than Superman you saved your own life


A hero disquised, stood only 5 foot 3
Ravaged skyscrapers desperate to revive me
Choked out fear, annihalated anxiety
You wove my path to enlightenment finally


Ask the doctors they call you miracle girl
Guided me close while my vision was blurred
Showed me light when darkness developed a hold
You opened my eyes to a spiritual world


A moment to thank you for eternal love
Kind symbolized by a quiet morning's dove
Perfect well yes I surely fell quite short of
And more and more love you were deserving of


But mom know as you fought your nemesis time
And never surrendered it helped me define
Suffering as being divine by design
Your life was so beautiful rescued was mine
Cheers to the world that is us
To the ones who aren't complete
We haven't made families
We've lost part of ours
No children or marriages
We've been through more than that
The sabotage of a drifter's past
Through a lot of nothings at all
We thought we were chasing dreams
But were we really running from fear
Life is thought to be linear
And ideally perfect it may be
But we ran in other circles
Whether by choice or as a result
Of the ones we didn't know
Or those that we ignored
Time slipped through cracks in time
It never really waited for us
And our futures were like snowfall
No one could predict the ****
But it never really mattered much
For we lived in the moment
Basked in the memory
Sang in the sunlight
Danced in the moonshine
Swam underneath our silhouettes
Flew high above our sinking souls
Cried out at the inevitable,
**** tomorrow, for I could be dead
But here we are today,
Tomorrow's yesterday
Are we wandering aimlessly
Did we have it all wrong
Have we always been alone
Is it too late to be happy
Or do we have it all right
Are we the lucky ones
For we have felt it all
Life death
Fear courage
Strength weakness
Danger adventure
Adrenaline anxiety
Sadness shame
Guilt sorrow
All to the extreme
So when happiness
Becomes of us
We feel it
Infinite
My spirit travels a road of smiles.
Streetlights are friends frolicking in place.
Mistakes pile up into traffic jams.  
But I'm a walking jetpack.
Setbacks are happy trails.
Been there, done that, blazed the darkness.
I promise to go the way of the adventurer.
Getting lost is finding my way.
Staying chin up and heart out, a bobcat of a man.
I stand, in the onslaught, caught in the rain.
Insane are the naysayers shaking their heads.
They may as well stay in bed laying dead.
Never praying for anything.
This is for the adventurers out there inventing our truth.
Never losing our youth as we breathe it in from a cigarette.
And you can bet, when in danger, we don't become strangers to us.
Tragic turns to magic, fear turns to tears which hydrate our peace.
And moments of happiness that we clamor through.
Become the blueprints of our soul.
So when it's all said and done, we carry on our enchanted worlds.
For the life of the adventurer truly never unfolds.

-Carm 4/8/14

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