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 Sep 2019
nivek
I trust in the repetition
the work of the Mantra

more and more recited
with love.

I trust in the deep ever-more
of life

the reaching out
of Love.
 Sep 2019
Traveler
In an empty state of being
I walked along alone
The small town streets
My girl bereft of me
Quietly I bled
At Ma and Pa's Country Store
I'm always greeted
With a smile
Cheap pint of ***
Lottery tickets
Then In she comes
Beautiful stranger
I've never seen before
My heart insist to explore
I start small talk at the door
I see her eyes are as bright as mine
Where are you going
I demand her time

She say:
Tim I'm going to my house
You've been there three times
You still have amnesia don't you?

Somewhere in the night
She disappeared...
I woke up home
In a state of fear
......................
Traveler Tim

They hide my truck keys
So I walk a lot
(Oh **** here they are!!)
 Sep 2019
Jillian Jesser
in the meantime,
soft air pooling around me

the ghost of you
sleeping soundly on the porch

only waking to tell me
that we were meant to be an oak
how we were meant to peel
ourselves down to our cores
holding the part left
with closed hands

as the moon rises over the end of summer
the wind lulls you
and I am wanting
 Sep 2019
Napolis
It was the
moment that
they were
going to
roll me into
surgery,

and it
was perfect
with all
of my loved
ones sitting
there.

my next
moments
in God's
hands
like
a sunrise
or a sunset.

and it was
not odd
what I thought
about most,

and of course
my wife it
was you,

I didn't want
to see you
cry my intentions
for you
were only
the best.

but there
we were
in tears
without nothing
being said.

and I thank
God for
that moment
as well.

for the 26 years
in the
making of
that moment,

when I
truly realized
that live
or die

we will never
reach our
end.
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