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Open the Doors

open the doors i say to myself
unscript the splendor of life
live it whole no boxed edges
sight is not what you see
but what you've been given

open the your sleepy eyes
i tell myself let the dawn
rise inside, the sun shines
from your lighted being
God is in heaven but
heaven is in your own bones

unblock your plugged ears,Jude
words are the source of creation
you are not waiting for life
you are making it, say the word
make it flesh and Christ is alive in you

walk into the sunset unafraid of the dark
i sing an even song to myself on the road again
uncover the only path...they all lead to Nirvana
Love all powerful holds you and the million
Universes together praise the source adore
all being sometimes hard sometimes easy always in harmony
sing to the light and to the night and to the All One your home.
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it’s a day to maybe make up for all the shit we put them through when we were younger. for staying out past curfew and not texting back… 272 more words

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it’s been some time. let me try.

hands clenched tight and rhythmic movements

and eyes fluttering and squeezing and relaxing

like us

but all i can think of is you… 197 more words

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Post Parting

almost two weeks now
Dad has gone to parts
unknown though i feel
him wherever i go

the most haunting when
Alexa at Toni's house
started singing without
being cued and a blues
song about sin and crossing
Jordan came on, my Dad's
last name Jordan and he was
a Baptist preacher, oh, he
is around all right watching
over my mother, checking on
me in new ways, i feel
less of a loss i think than
those of my kin who believe
in a far away heaven where they
will join him some day what we
know is little, but people keep
telling me they felt him close
when they saw one of his favorite
birds, a cardinal come and sing
to them, when i heard affirmations
from him when i was writing his
funeral poems, is it true i have
an extra advocate unseen helping
well if it's not true than i'm 
not hurting myself much to feel him near
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Wordsworth, Plant Ecology & Five Men Named Ian

Since early February, I have read a poem each morning as part of an assignment (really, a practice) my creative writing teacher gave to our class at the start of the semester. 1,195 more words



i suppose because most things get wrung out by the hands of

my everyday movements

but this.

this does not. we do not speak. we do not resolve. 78 more words

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i don’t have good timing
thoughts weave in and out of the crevices
and ridges of my mind


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