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Friday, April 27, 2012

FLAX POND PROJECT


FLAX POND PROJECT

TRUTH BE TOLD

Logic suffers when love
is involved, passions
cannot be bound
with chains of reason.

Truths come wearing
the garments of the
false.  Facts of identification
suffer the distortion

of convenient perception,
making reality temporary,
a victim of agreement
based on deception.


GRADUATION


Changing locations to inspire
renovation to a manufactured
situation can only lead to
The necessary realization

Of the need for justification
For the alterations in the
modification of destinations.
Transportation for the transition

empowered by desperation,
worried about the ramifications
for the eventual and inevitable
preparation of maturation.



EXAMINING THE UNEXAMINED



Placing problems on a page
for all to see, puts them
into perspective. Their placement
allows for magnification


of inspection of my
introspection. Examination
by rotation of the situation
permits the possibilities

of unforeseen answers
to available alternatives.
Isolation of ideas can
turn tragedy into opportunity.




BIDING TIME


Tears sometimes fall from
dry eyes shielded by
masks of the unacceptable
Decorated by reality.

Sadness hidden by illusions
of temporary reality.
Happiness may be a mirage
of supposed recovery,

Only to be discovered
in time, waiting for
rehabilitation of the present.
Always, waiting.





A CHILD IS BORN


Growing up means growing
away, not apart but
into yourself. A flower
begins to take on

distinct individual beauty
when it begins to blossom.
Individuality is a separation
of one’s identity displayed

for all to appreciate, cherish
and worship. Separation is
a part of coming together,
The circle completed.



MY SWAN SONG

What do swans see
that has escaped me
times three?

For life they do mate.
never their partners to hate.
Toward love they sail straight.

Chances they do not take,
their love they do not fake.
Mistakes the do not make.

Hopefully now is my turn,
true love to discern,
lessons I have to learn.



A NEEDLE’S EYE


Tempered by poverty, my
perceptions distorted by
the filters provided by
experience.

Not subjected to the collection
of possessions, I am
Released from the
never-ending competition for

validation of the material
which results in imprisonment
of the soul, prohibiting
evolution of the moment.



STARLIGHT, STARBRIGHT

Absent from the spotlight
because of reflections
resulting from distortions
of personal perceptions.

 A victim of acceptance
at the expense of reality.
Not prepared to risk popularity
in the name of responsibility.

Avoidance provides a temporary
escape from accountability
to oneself for oneself
It’s ShowTime somewhere.



GROWING PAINS

Taking center stage for
all eyes to see Unsure
that what you see
is what others see.

Lacking in yourself
what others think
they see in you.
Looking all grown

is not the same
as being all grown.
Wishful thinking
is a matter of perspective.






RECALLING FONDLY


Missing you hurts
more when you’re
not sure how much
you are missed.

Being close just
amplifies the pain.
Absence is not the
same as gone when

the memory remains.
Pictures in my mind
will stay forever
in my aching heart.



 PRICE TO PAY

Following orders is
the price you must pay
for the purchase of
another’s self-dignity.

Failures in recollection
result in manipulations
of reality to achieve
satisfaction.        

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

HOLDING COURT


Plastic grocery bags
serve as briefcases containing
vital documents necessary
for maintaining his sanity.

Senior coffees and crossword puzzles
serve both as clutter and decoration.
Pearls of wisdom are adorned
as jewelry of his generation.

Holding court and seeking
Validation for a life well lived
And proof of an importance
Of a substantial existence,

pointing out the passing girls,
once beautiful when
he was young.


Sunday, April 1, 2012

MY SWAN SONG

What do swans see
that has escaped me
times three?

For life they do mate.
never their partners to hate.
Toward love they sail straight.

Chances they do not take,
their love they do not fake.
Mistakes the do not make.

Hopefully now is my turn,
true love to discern,
lessons I have to learn.