FOREVER

Words, just words that meant nothing, really,
just frivolous
hollow echoes of hope
and those dreams created in perpetual lacking,
where that hollowness grew
so loud
you had to discard it all
or die
from the fruitless and the chaos
of Forever.

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CHAIR SERIES

The Chair of Dubious Chatter

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GULF LIFE DESTROYED :: BP OIL DISASTER

WINTER OF MY PAIN

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OAKS

Take all of me and watch me die the slow death of trees uncared for,
The long branches, graceful and free,
cut down to ridiculous sparseness. . .

twigs only, like me, that struggle to breathe
through seasons of struggle and harshness.
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(These Oaks, once strong and beautiful, with much to offer to passers-by, neighbors, and the neighborhood as a whole, were suddenly taken down by thoughtlessness for the greater good of the micro-environment. Years of growth gone in a day and in a few months time half of the 7 or 8 trees had died as a result)
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THE LIGHT . . .

The Light thins to a narrow, faint ray in the wooded night. Is it leaving me or still leading me.

The trees whisper,
follow on. . .

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BRIDGE IN THE WOOD . . .

leads me through the trees. . . words are spoken on the breath of those trees. Their naked branches touch my spirit and I can forget for awhile, my pain.

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FLIGHT FROM CHAOS

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WINTER :: TREES

I can stare endlessly at bare winter trees and cloth them with my thoughts.
They. . .
never complain.

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