Split

Split

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It wasn't that I knew

Where to go,

Only where not to be;

Not who I was,

Only who I wasn't.

So when I wonder

Who I am

Or where I'm going...

I'm just a wanderer

Who waits for time to tell.

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Hidden Harbors

Hidden Harbors

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Is it ourselves we find

As we sail the man made sea,

Some self that waits

Beyond the horizon clouds,

A self ordained by man's decree?

Or is it ourselves we leave

As we till the worldly helm,

A self whose elements

The primal tides of boundless time

Have pooled to merge in me?

Do we find our port of home

As we search the man made sea,

Or only hidden harbors

Merely sheltered
From the man made storm?

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Wilderness

Wilderness

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There are times when

I must head for some wilderness--

Desert, mountain, ocean shore.

The Man made disappoints...

Except for the scientists

Who teach us of

Our heaven here.

I'll take the mountain's wildflower,

The lonely gull above the ocean wave,

A swirl of sand atop the desert dune;

These things are heaven here,

And I must leave them all too soon.

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Friends

Friends

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As friends to friends

May our journey never end,

But follow our loving flow

To another gather'd place again;

'Till each and each

We cross the river home,

And smiling back

A final loving glance,

We turn, and venture on alone.

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To Grandmas

To Grandmas

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The years of your life

Are like threads of fine lace,

A beauty of days woven upon days.

And around your gentle face

Where years of giving

Have lines of kindness traced,

I see a ring of flowers

To garland your grace.

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Expectations

Expectations

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From where came this disappointment

At the circumstances that I found?

Why these expectations planted

In my fetal brain

Of what this living ought to mean,

This paradigm of rightness before I even came?

Why am I not a clay

Molded for compliance to what is here,

Why not formed by surroundings

To never question how the craft is steered?

Why not travel the road already paved?

Why instead a resistance forged

To dispute the readymade,

And dream these dreams of difference

That never wish to fade?

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Was It Courage?

Was It Courage?

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We have come from fear,

From dark forests with dangers ever near.

We ventured upon the open plain,

Each step a trembling suspicious stride.

Was it courage that brought us from the foliage,

Or had the plains become a lesser fear?

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