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Goats fallen into the ravine
Their blood on the rocks,
Every moment is dangerous,
A herald of death,
A goat lying down
To rest on the rocky hill,
Hidden from land predators.
I teach my
little daughter about
things in the sea with
flippers, and I feel
like Neptune or
Posideon.
I can smell
the salty breeze.

Sometimes,
I feel like
I won the lottery.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm broke most
of the time, but
my life is rich with
golden memories, and
silver moments, built
one day at a time.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.  A brand new video is up.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMvnUCN6Rmc
We look for that light eternal that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays cognized in staid stillness slow


Steady as a star at night that draws me to its bright  
nuclear fusion, atom smash, suddenly there is light
Dependable as anchors when summer boats lay still
staid as somber water when the winds are finally nil

Here she comes that light that lights all lights
she is a moon lamp and her mimicry is out of sight
Resembling the moon she shines on and on
sending waves of luminescence from here to Milan

Life is montage on the shelf of my mind
I breathe the breath and am no longer blind
Lost in the radiance of a soul on fire
I approach my dreams with fervent desire

And as long as I look for that eternal light, I am okay,  
beneath the kind observant eye of my moon lamp ray..
One
Sometimes it feels like I live inside my own head
Until I step outside,
Look at people,
Listen to their conversations.

We often think that one person cannot change anything
But we’re mistaken,
One often decides,
In most cases.
Do not turn on the light, for you will scare away
the evil forces that have entered your home,
forces that sing.
And perhaps Satan does not exist,
if evil itself does not exist.
Then there will be no God to protect us,
and perhaps God has abandoned us
because there is evil in this world.
We have angered them all together,
nourishing the soil with human flesh and blood.
I must drink wine
to forget my rotten life.
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