Visual contact
There you stand
On the other side
Of a seawall
Where you watch
The waves crash
Against heavy glass
The furious convulsions
The smash and spray
Harmlessly
Soundlessly
Streak and drip away
With the ocean’s every recoil
Such a tumultuous rush
But you, untouched
Just watching this swirling dance
Captivated
Lightly grasping the rail
Perhaps oblivious
To my presence
For I am the wall
You see through me
And all that I’ve held back
To you it’s just the sea
Crashing harmlessly
Soundlessly
Against glass
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There you stand
Tranquil eyes
Leading me
In sleeveless knee-cut white satin
The sweep and clap of thin sandals
’Cross heavy, dust-coated stones
Into a great echoing room
Intricate textiles
Hand-sewn murals
So many colors
They seem to sing aloud
In every tongue
Hung on lines
Draped as blankets
Some strung up
Several stories above
This is what you weave for me
You’ve shown me that life
Can be such a tapestry
And I don’t want to be a wall
At all

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Visual contact
There you stand
On the other side
Of a seawall
Where you watch
The waves crash
Against heavy glass
The furious convulsions
The smash and spray
Harmlessly
Soundlessly
Streak and drip away
With the ocean’s every recoil
Such a tumultuous rush
But you, untouched
Just watching this swirling dance
Captivated
Lightly grasping the rail
Perhaps oblivious
To my presence
For I am the wall
You see through me
And all that I’ve held back
To you it’s just the sea
Crashing harmlessly
Soundlessly
Against glass
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There you stand
Tranquil eyes
Leading me
In sleeveless knee-cut white satin
The sweep and clap of thin sandals
’Cross heavy, dust-coated stones
Into a great echoing room
Intricate textiles
Hand-sewn murals
So many colors
They seem to sing aloud
In every tongue
Hung on lines
Draped as blankets
Some strung up
Several stories above
This is what you weave for me
You’ve shown me that life
Can be such a tapestry
And I don’t want to be a wall
At all

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

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Seashells
Buried at sea and carried to shore
Seashells tumble forevermore
Every groove sanded smooth
By rhythmic waves and pounding surf
Polishing sea skeletons
With scouring grains
Shells of their former selves
But their beauty remains
In beautiful remains
Dashed upon the shore
And then reclaimed
Until catching
The eye of a passerby
When ocean recedes
Leaving in its wake
A harvest of shapes
Finally beached
Out of water’s reach
I wonder if their ghosts
Retreat to the deep

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Seashells
Buried at sea and carried to shore
Seashells tumble forevermore
Every groove sanded smooth
By rhythmic waves and pounding surf
Polishing sea skeletons
With scouring grains
Shells of their former selves
But their beauty remains
In beautiful remains
Dashed upon the shore
And then reclaimed
Until catching
The eye of a passerby
When ocean recedes
Leaving in its wake
A harvest of shapes
Finally beached
Out of water’s reach
I wonder if their ghosts
Retreat to the deep

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

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Energy
Such high-wire energy
Thousands of electron-volts
A power surge
Tripping up this circuit
How do I ground these lightning bolts
Insulate the urge
Learn how to work it

What is this energy
That has gotten into me

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

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Energy
Such high-wire energy
Thousands of electron-volts
A power surge
Tripping up this circuit
How do I ground these lightning bolts
Insulate the urge
Learn how to work it

What is this energy
That has gotten into me

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

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The Lost Minute
If there was more time
a minute more
but instead to replay memories
to rewind in my mind
go back in time
to when we met
to screen scenes in my dreams
wonder if I said the right things
so you are not so distant
the instant I reflect
like a face in a mirror
I see you when I smile
the burned image
like sunlight in my eyes
etched like an echo in the mountains
tracing and retracing my steps
searching for a simulated truth
that I can cling to
bring to my senses
but nothing concrete
where tread my feet
only the hope
which only grows
where fate goes
know solely your voice
if by choice of the wind
carries my way
then I be windswept
in your arms
out of harm’s fray
if there was more time today
I’d say to stay
if i decipher
this code of silence
I’d shatter the glass
’round my heart
gagged and bound no more
gasping for words
treading fodder
in search of truth to speak
but voice finds me
only in sleep
whispers, escapes
in the shadows of dreams
steals breath from waking lungs
ties down tongues
with poisoned veins
these words remain
refrained, drained
is that what it means
to be free
a thespian trapped on a stage
words bound by a page, encaged
enraged, I should lash out
and tear this silence away
this mime’s-box prison
arisen from doubt
and only shouts
can find a way out

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

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Note: Another one from the deep archives. From a little green book in the “brown box.”

The Lost Minute
If there was more time
a minute more
but instead to replay memories
to rewind in my mind
go back in time
to when we met
to screen scenes in my dreams
wonder if I said the right things
so you are not so distant

the instant I reflect
like a face in a mirror
I see you when I smile
the burned image
like sunlight in my eyes
etched like an echo in the mountains
tracing and retracing my steps
searching for a simulated truth
that I can cling to
bring to my senses
but nothing concrete
where tread my feet

only the hope
which only grows
where fate goes
know solely your voice
if by choice of the wind
carries my way
then I be windswept
in your arms
out of harm’s fray

if there was more time today
I’d say to stay
if i decipher
this code of silence
I’d shatter the glass
’round my heart
gagged and bound no more

gasping for words
treading fodder
in search of truth to speak
but voice finds me
only in sleep
whispers, escapes
in the shadows of dreams
steals breath from waking lungs
ties down tongues
with poisoned veins
these words remain
refrained, drained

is that what it means
to be free
a thespian trapped on a stage
words bound by a page, encaged

enraged, I should lash out
and tear this silence away
this mime’s-box prison
arisen from doubt
and only shouts
can find a way out

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

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Note: Another one from the deep archives. From a little green book in the “brown box.”

Channeling
It begins at the back of the eyes
A glazing, concentrating blur
When eyesight fades to insight
Inner sight
The peaceful bliss
Of reaching out
Reaching outside
In the moment
The whole of it opens wide
Globe spins on fingertips
Far becomes near
Heartbeat drums
Fear disappears
That tingling sense
That suspense
Of suspended time
And while those around
May find me
Staring blankly into thin air
It is really me channeling
And finding someone there

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

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Channeling
It begins at the back of the eyes
A glazing, concentrating blur
When eyesight fades to insight
Inner sight
The peaceful bliss
Of reaching out
Reaching outside
In the moment
The whole of it opens wide
Globe spins on fingertips
Far becomes near
Heartbeat drums
Fear disappears
That tingling sense
That suspense
Of suspended time
And while those around
May find me
Staring blankly into thin air
It is really me channeling
And finding someone there

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

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Like minds
I like minds
Love some of them
Minds of all kinds
Even those that are
Not like-minded
Those that are
Not like mine at all
And that’s just fine
I don’t mind
Mind you

We still can find
Still can mine
A common thought
A bottom line
Share what’s 
On our mind

Yet still I wonder
If you like minds
Like mine

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

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Like minds
I like minds
Love some of them
Minds of all kinds
Even those that are
Not like-minded
Those that are
Not like mine at all
And that’s just fine
I don’t mind
Mind you

We still can find
Still can mine
A common thought
A bottom line
Share what’s
On our mind

Yet still I wonder
If you like minds
Like mine

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

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