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 Jul 2014
SG Holter
The hillside shelves a weathered man
Gazing out onto the land.
Horizons are his only walls.
He hears as Evening calls.

It speaks to him of days to come.
Of days of races ran and won.
Of effort spent with focused heart,
And how it plays its part

In always looking down to see
The ground that holds him up, and be
The lighest landborne man he can.
There's help in every hand.

Upon the hillside stands a man,
Determined that he will and can
Change it back to heart from stone.
The poet stands. Alone.
 Jul 2014
Third Eye Candy
we'll have to linger on, because
nobody makes blueberry muffins
out of a box
the way you
do.
 Jul 2014
SG Holter
Foolish, foolish girl.
You should know better than to
Gift swine with a lady's gems.

I would have drawn your tears  
Before you even knew my name if you
Placed your will in my

Two-faced hands. I have sides to me
That break beauty by habit,
That cannot be trusted with hearts.

Foolish girl. Others have wasted time
On me, then left. You should listen;
They were right to. I was there.  

Someone unknowing would say:
All men can be changed. They break
In the end... Get housebroken.


Someone knowing; knowing how some things  
Should hurt, would say: Let All Things Go
That Wish To.


Girl. So kind, so smiling to
Me from the outside, handing me a basket  
Cradling your every last egg.
 Jul 2014
SG Holter
I've never been here before.
These streets are as new to me as their  
Nameless talking faces.

The ground here knows not my feet.
The water I drink has never
Tasted my mouth,

Nor the air I breathe my lungs.
All things the same, but different;  
Impossible to fully recognize.

We see the world, not as IT is, but as WE are.

I've never been here before.
I've seen similar. Years ago, before all
The growing happened.

This was home once. Now it's that of
Others, and behind that tree I saw my
Younger self playing.

A complete little stranger.
 Jul 2014
SG Holter
Something in the places where
Sunlight doesn't fall
Looks up with eyes pale from
Lightlessness,
And wonders

About the meaning of roots so
Weak they
Only serve to keep it

Down from windborne flight.
Useless anchors;

Tears from the blind in an
Empty room in a house where
Nobody cares.

Something in the places where
Sunlight doesn't fall

Withdraws; dares not dream of
Warmth from rays as sweet as
Mother's love up

Above. Forgetting:
All you can touch, you
Can climb.

Darkness is owner of
Nothing
 Jul 2014
nivek
going round in circles
you are more in-tune with the Universe
than you give yourself credit for
 Jul 2014
SG Holter
The time has come to hang up both
My party going boots.
35 and still alive, now
It is time to choose.
I've lost a little, still I have so
Much I yet could lose.
Hang those habits one by one,
Refuse to not refuse.

It will take a lot more than
An apple every day
To keep the doctor and the reaper
One scythe's length away.
I like it here, to live and breathe,
But how long I can stay
Depends on just how well I turn
And change my poison ways.

So here I sit, a bachelor fresh
With best friend at my side.
We drink and sing and celebrate,
And toast to those who died.
The final little binge, a bang,
Like last time that we tried.
(Sobriety is better faced
With alcohol inside.)
 Jul 2014
nivek
hours of spaces coloured green
finger tips to feel with
eyes empty of sleep
looking outward dreamy
wake up all noises
this oldering body hurts to live in
each breath a sandstorm of smoking
every decision a mockery
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