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Distance

I tried to write about war
but read two pages
absolutes opposed in a sole arena
opinions started to falter

David became goliath and red became grey
the black and white did not show
the walled garden of truth
the dervish words did not come true
the space between the lines distances the wire

a stand created out of view of those who fall in front
raw motives worn in traditional disguise
the point breaks in two
a gulf and nothing can bridge it

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Time Prison

a claim to yourself
I will hold
the will is divided
it comes to a stand
held in place
the path less traveled

just sit and wait and feel void
emptiness is bliss
when in home's heaven
you don't need to go

(way where you are)
leave the sirens' island
you thought was just
a time prison

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Those Who Know

an aura crashed into mine
no distance no air but his
thoughts miles apart chasing me
sounds faster than words reverberate
this rhetorical harassment went on all night

for those who know
and think they do
the mental high ground's yours
I’ll be the ignorant

words inversely proportional to my options of you
like the lyrics of a gospel next door
clear as mud
keep your own truth

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A Street with no Name

the promise lies outside
said the street messiah
where warmth can move freely

Unlike the keep inside
kept you in a constant state
feel safe from the unexpected
Take a chance

let's get drunk on anticipation
breath the air like a roman candle
the spectators fire rises
drifting into the highest winds
a street with no name

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The Fire Seed

a world subjected within walls without doors
project a picture of seas and skies
the horizon between them
beyond your view

a narrow window to frame you view on life

the fire seed burns down old trees
rooted deep into the ground
keeping the dirt from washing away
a land slide changed reality

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King of Diamonds

a man of reason never alone with himself
build his castle from within
a soulless temple
reflected by the facets of his face

mirrors to window
his vision, his pride, his gift
but the people could not see more
than themselves in the icy rock face
walking away

the king of diamond
in need of the flow of blood
a joker with no court
he'll never understand why
but maybe someday
he might let go

alone again
time to get things done
no distraction, no gain
and he keeps repeating
this circle of precious solitude

the past wonders
will I be seen, honored, received
but the echo is not remembered
and the icy rock face
remains the same