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#steer
Staying is a form of haunting. I don't know whether it's the mind or the heart that refused to let go, incessant, untouched. My trail steered towards their station, a cerulean sky, an ekphrastic response where the jigsaw-interlock of sand grains mocked the subtle imperfections inherent in any life. So you joined the dance anyway.
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
the ekphrastic
i am tired of being the passenger in my life watching it happen while not being present. i want to steer my own destiny towards a happier and blissful place. taking action instead of waiting for nothing to happen waiting and waiting then complaining why nothing is right. you do not wait. you should not wait. you should take action. -D.L.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
Passenger
Hope is dashed And interest lost I've waved for a ship that doesn't recognize my raft most any day. I am worthy of a rudder, commanded, intention steered to find me, moving into port as though my little light were a beacon. But still the ship moves past until a cannon shot leaves need for rescue; And then my raft she sinks with the weight. I can't sail forward thus.
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
my boat
The firelight was fading The shadows grew in size In the distance if you listened You could hear the faintest cries Of coyotes and of timber wolf Signalling the end of day Howling at the growing moon Keeping night spirits at bay The last piece of the sagebrush Was burning to it's core The flames that danced as quicksilver Now, they danced no more The fire, once was blazing It's flames a dangerous height Was now a nest of coal chunks to warm us through the night Four days out and three to go We'd be in two days ahead The scheduled trip with this years herd And we'd be back in our own bed A smaller group of beef this time But, that's the way it goes At least we'd leave the mountains Before the early snows Coffee from the morning meal Was still sitting in the *** Two minutes in the embers And it was steaming hot The first round of watch was up And the coffee was re done The second watch, for wolves and things Needed coffee and a gun Two went down the first night out We heard the wolves, but missed them all They'd been following us for three days now And at night you'd hear them call They signalled that the day was done And that the herd was staying still The darkness was their element It was time for them to **** The fire was near finished The flames were all but smoke but that cup of cowboy coffee put life into this old grey cowpoke If the wolves kept at a distance And just kept howling at the moon We'd lose no more beef tonight And be home two days from noon The fire spit and crackled The night was damp and cold The stars were silent beacons To the wolves so quick and bold We heard them in the distance Howling loud as if to say Will you make it through till morning? Wait until we come to play.....
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
The Wolves
The firelight was fading The shadows grew in size In the distance if you listened You could hear the faintest cries Of coyotes and of timber wolf Signalling the end of day Howling at the growing moon Keeping night spirits at bay The last piece of the sagebrush Was burning to it's core The flames that danced as quicksilver Now, they danced no more The fire, once was blazing It's flames a dangerous height Was now a nest of coal chunks to warm us through the night Four days out and three to go We'd be in two days ahead The scheduled trip with this years herd And we'd be back in our own bed A smaller group of beef this time But, that's the way it goes At least we'd leave the mountains Before the early snows Coffee from the morning meal Was still sitting in the *** Two minutes in the embers And it was steaming hot The first round of watch was up And the coffee was re done The second watch, for wolves and things Needed coffee and a gun Two went down the first night out We heard the wolves, but missed them all They'd been following us for three days now And at night you'd hear them call They signalled that the day was done And that the herd was staying still The darkness was their element It was time for them to **** The fire was near finished The flames were all but smoke but that cup of cowboy coffee put life into this old grey cowpoke If the wolves kept at a distance And just kept howling at the moon We'd lose no more beef tonight And be home two days from noon The fire spit and crackled The night was damp and cold The stars were silent beacons To the wolves so quick and bold We heard them in the distance Howling loud as if to say Will you make it through till morning? Wait until we come to play.....
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The heart can be impulsive, the mind may sway to fear. A body gets weak and tired, but the soul, holds wisdom dear. Be still and find the truth therein it waits for you to hear. No magic in the air, for us, but winds that in-ward steer.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
the impulsive heart
You are the captain of this vessel; where you steer it, it will go. You see, I have already fallen in love with you.. from the moment it launched from the slip. And as all of everyone clearly knows, the one who loves the least controls the Relationship. You control the sails and the winds, you are the compass needle. So sail me out to the open sea with its salty ocean air. And if you don’t care to stay with me, then simply leave me there. I’ll find my way by beacon star and drift towards the moon; I’ll brace my soul for choppy seas and weather every storm; I’ll mourn you when you leave too soon, and leave me so forlorn.
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
The Relation Ship
15 MPH caution, the kids are at play embracing the youth they will one day lose just like you have 50 MPH you get where you're going but on the highway there are hazards if you don't watch where you're going or look through the dark you'll wind up turned over rolling rolling roll... 70 MPH you're making time straight forward shot but you can not see the scenery and the music is too upbeat but speed along, sweetie, speed along. 100 MPH only on the track are you really safe you're passing strangers you're losing control but you can't slam the breaks you can never stop 280 MPH—
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
Speed of Life