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Life the passing seasons,



Timed to the beat of our hearts.



In temporal winds we are blown,



Like feathers on a flow chart.



An echo in majestic mountains,



Disappearing on the breeze.



An individual illusory journey,



Vulnerable to nature’s mercies.



Splashing in fountains of humanity



The transient born from eternal,



We shine for so few moments,



In the heavenly, and the infernal.



A brief wandering through time



Made fresh just by our existence



As deceitful beauty fades to age



So does our warped resistance.



Our unbearable lightness of being



Returning to the elusive spark.



Closing, completing the circle,



The dove returning to the Ark.



To our before-state we are flying,



Our worthless veil slipping away,



Each day one step from dying,



Bittersweet memories of our stay.



Retreating from these perfumed shores



From the impermanence of things.



An arrow heading to our next rebirth.



From this Earth which sighs and sings.
Hidden by old age awhile
In masker's cloak and hood,
Each hating what the other loved,
Face to face we stood:
'That I have met with such,' said he,
'Bodes me little good.'

'Let others boast their fill,' said I,
'But never dare to boast
That such as I had such a man
For lover in the past;
Say that of living men I hate
Such a man the most.'

'A loony'd boast of such a love,'
He in his rage declared:
But such as he for such as me--
Could we both discard
This beggarly habiliment--
Had found a sweeter word.
The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the trouble of her laboring ships,
And all the trouble of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.
 May 2015 Picture this
ryn
Beacon
 May 2015 Picture this
ryn
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you are
|the lone guardian•|
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standing regal over-
looking the ocean •
as your light spears
far over the echoing
ripples•i must have
misread your beckon
-ing signals•they had
warned me of impen-
ding doom •  should i
come too near to where
deadly rocks loom• but
strangely enough, i find
myself drawn   so much
closer• like a siren's call
that  could not  sing any
sweeter•now it's too late
to even look back  •   i am
now before you under skies
of black•torn asunder by the
ravenous rocks hidden below
• still I'm mesmerised by your
enchanting glow  • waters here
have been the      grave of many
hulls and bows • but...these last
few moments it's just me and you
••••as my love, my beacon,••••
••••••••my lighthouse••••••••
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 Apr 2015 Picture this
kjforce
Broke the Rules...
Left some clues...
I'm a fool...
Now...Living in a cesspool...

I hear the economy is bad...
And getting worse each day...
Although it hasn't affected me in any way..
I can even keep Kosher if I choose.
So what do I have to lose ?...
I get three meals a day..
And sometimes a snack...
Clean clothes everyday I put on my back..
Exercise is a daily routine..
that I choose to do ..and it keeps me lean..
My quarters are small..but after all..
We have a room with a big color TV...
And a place for family and friends who visit me...
Healthcare ? not a problem you see..
As I don't pay for insurance like thee...
Problem with teeth...rectified
Education, Degree, I can even be Certified..
Because unlike you, who lives outside..
You need to work to survive...
Now I'm a part of the system you see..
And have it much easier than any of thee..
I broke the law and now pay the price...
But I'm still better off than your lousy life...
And when I'm released, I will qualify for...
Medicaid, Medicare and even more...
So you may have done it different than me...
But in "old age ", we're equal you see...
A mistake is something you do with consequences...or is it ???
The softest, kindest, chocolate eyes,



Stare up at me, from where he lies.



Full of trust and love and pain,



I hold him in my arms, as the rain,



Falls upon him, or maybe its my tears.



I was now living the nightmare of my fears.



The white coat is moving slowly, out of his sight,



Those eyes are still gazing at me, with a shining light.



I see the needle enter, my eyes shimmer and blur,



As I blink back the tears, I clasp tighter to his fur.



As the clarity comes back, I gaze down on my pet,



The light has now gone, the sun has now set.



I want to howl out loud, for my old faithful friend,



I am so pleased I was with you, right to the end.
And when your world is feeling so low,



Think of a few things written below.



For each life lived, there is a yin and a yang,



And for each moon that’s cried, a sun has sang.



As storm clouds roll, natures fireworks show,



In muddy water, a lotus flower will grow,



After the hardest climb, you will see the best views,



And try to climb sometimes, in another ones shoes.



When darkness descends, the stars start to twinkle,



And for each new wisdom, maybe one more wrinkle.



Behind each grey cloud, the sun still shines



After a volcanic diatreme, come the diamond mines



In the depths of the ocean, a coral garden blooms,



Venus’s jealousy stained the lilys perfumes.



Inside a rust mound precious gold appears



And a deep freeze will bring snowflake tears.



It’s a yoyo life, with darkness and light,



Through each short day and each long night,
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