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How easy it is to kill, So simple to destroy- The Earth, The Water, The hearts of humankind. How easy it is to hurt, So simple to break- The hope, The trust, The bond between you and I. Yet you care not For any plea Nor heartfelt cry, Not without an attached Bargain and dollar sign. The people's pain Fuels your greed, Our...

**The Heart of a Tempest** A storm within, a raging, endless sea, Where waves of anger crash eternally. A heart of stone, a soul of iron cast, Forever bound to this tempest, forever fast. The pain, a viper, gnawing at his core, Leaving wounds that fester, evermore. Rage, a wildfire, burning fierce and bright, Consuming reason, plunging him in...

The old lane cutting through the woods to the end of the road was a midnight high school highway, kids following the call of youth under shadows thrown down by conspiring elms and oaks, limbs seemingly beckoning to a place of their dreams, the boys next day smiling and bragging, thinking they were now men, the girls hoping they weren’t carrying...

I awoke this morning in a warm room with hydrostatic thoughts diffusing with the early drip-tension of sunlight. Muscles sore, body slow, I maneuvered through some basic intuitive limbering, stretching the body to fill up the soul, heart, and mind. That was my intention; but then, I didn't really have an initial value for the day, for these chain...

I used to think that moving on was unkind Mean Making light of what once was Did you truly love if you can leave it behind? But we leave so much behind That becomes a landmark Graves Checkpoints All of them mean something Leave a scar Change us Maybe for the better, maybe not But they help us grow into ourselves I once heard a widow say,...

Now I see through a glass darkly My thoughts are not your thoughts Though you held me before I was And you will hold me after I go Do you remember a different age? Behold, all things are become new Now I see through a glass darkly My thoughts are not your thoughts Though I love how I made you smile In the moment when you inverted We had fun in the...

They gnaw at the edges of me, little sharp-toothed things with hollow eyes, crawling from the cracks in my skull to lap at the marrow of my thoughts. I used to fight them. I used to starve them. But hunger makes them cruel. So now I lay the table. Silver plates of regret, goblets brimming with old wounds, a banquet of memories too raw...