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Poetry
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These are poems about things inside
of us: loneliness, pain, sorrow, happiness.
Also here are poems about the inner search for meaning, for ourselves.
These, along with the type of
poems I have written that I call "Images", are my favourites.
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Calling
In
Harmony Once Again
Inside
Lament
of a free spirit about to break free
Mountains
The Path
Searching
Sleep
The
Thin Line
Thoughts
in Solitude
Voices
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It's been a very
long trail...
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Calling
(Long Trail)
1984
Calling...
To an empty road
Calling...
To a forest deep
Calling...
To a heart that's cold
Calling...
To a home no more
Where is the answer?
Where is the love?
For I have naught but sorrow
On my path so long.
Calling...
To an empty room
Calling...
To a faded picture
Calling...
To a love that's gone
Calling...
To a memory
When is the answer?
When is the love?
So very far in the past
On my path so long.
Calling...
To a hidden heart
Calling...
To a lonely child
Calling...
To a night so long
Calling...
To an empty sky
What is the answer?
What is the love?
For I'm a stranger to them
On my path so long.
Calling...
To a neighbour near
Calling...
To a crowded street
Calling...
To a parted friend
Calling...
To a passerby
Who is the answer?
Who is the love?
For I am ever lonely
On my path so long.
Calling...
To the pages wise
Calling...
To a man who's near
Calling...
To a mother's arms
Calling...
To a god so near
Why is the answer
Why is the love
So very hard to find
On my path so long?
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In
Harmony Once Again
1984
My rage expended
Upon the earth
My sorrows offered
To the healing breeze
My hurts torn away
By the birds of prey
My pride subdued
Before mountain solitudes
My noise silenced
Under cool clear waters
My time lies buried
In fields green
Now, after it all
May I come home
To live with my brothers
In harmony once again.
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The ultimate
depression...
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Inside
1998
Something had died inside
the last time I looked
It withered up, and
curled in upon itself
As the dried leaves of
fall hasten groundward.
I don’t know if it left
behind any seeds
To awaken in the spring
warmth and rain.
Can’t see right now…
too dark in there.
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Everyone knows that they are in
essence free, deep down inside (sometimes 'way 'way deep down inside).
This free spirit always yearns to be out of its prison. Eventually the
yearning becomes so great that the person realizes what they are doing.
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Lament of a free spirit about to break free
1983
Bars on my windows,
Bars in my mind;
Why am I so cruel
To this spirit of mine?
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Mountains
1984
There are silent mountains
inside me now
And they'll not bend
to the mighty winds
They'll not freeze
in the darkest night
Nor parch in the heat
of the noonday sun.
The silent mountains
are moving within
Slowly they rise,
lifting the sun,
Casting no shadows
upon my soul.
Upon Earth I walk,
now still, and free.
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The
Path
1983
Where does the road lead
That takes one so far?
Does it lead to an Eden,
Or to nowhere at all?
What does it take
To be happy on the move?
They say a restless body
Hides a peaceful soul.
The hills, the valleys, and
The potholes, and the cracks:
So many obstacles
That accomplish so much.
When the path is ending
And one's journey is done,
Can one look back and say,
"I'm glad for where I've gone"?
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Searching
1984
Searching
lonely
seeking to find
cold snow
empty road
starlit sky
rocks
trees
singing wheels
light
darkness
sun and moon
with him
with her
crowds or alone
cities
countries
wilderness vast
search
is ended:
silence unfolds
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Sleep: the great healer.
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Sleep
1977
Sleep,
come and claim me
from this saddening world
Sleep,
come and rescue me
and enfold me in your arms.
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Sometimes all that is separating us from the
abyss is a very thin line...
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The Thin
Line
1985
The thin line of sanity….
Suddenly it squirms, and you
flip off into the abyss
Caught in the shadows
of nowhere.
Darkness surrounds you,
Love cries,
and sheds her tears
into the wind.
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Thoughts
in Solitude
1984
Thoughts in solitude
On the broken wall
Sunlight shafts in
To spray in my mind
Thoughts in solitude
My head bowed low
Take now my anger
And send it below
Thoughts in solitude
As I sit crying
My tears turn to stone
And roll on the ground
Thoughts in solitude
Liberating silence
Dreams in the air
My keys to freedom
Thoughts in solitude
Soon they may come
To set this body free;
My mind's already flown.
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Voices
1985
Voices from the past
That I had forgotten
Creep up on me...
Welcome, my friends.
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