The only respite we each have
from the broken community
around us in the day and the light
is the silence and the darkness
of the night. Yes, though
everyone knows this, each
secretly and foolishly forgets it
in the process of avoiding the solitude.
Alternatively, that lapse of consciousness
may inappropriately find itself
extending said brokenness
into the peace of the night
for some other forgetful foolish ones.
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You can count as the darkness
everything and anything
that makes one alone;
from the senses that
we sometimes worship to
the death that will forever be
the unknown factor, which
in the end will be shown to me
despite all the things which
have been thrown at me
in the light.
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Slowly slipping away like
the late August sun or
the light as the evening shades
envelope the skies,
the abandonment to love and
a simple ‘joie de vivre’ give way to
the reality of the sighs and the solitude
that leave the eyes prepared for
the loss of the spark and
the acceptance of the journey
through the dark-ness.
It is never a sudden occurrence.
There is always time given each to improvise.
It is the wonderful experience of coming and going
in a creation that is a forever surprise.
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I would rather be addicted to a loving YOU
than to an inanimate IT any day.
But sometimes IT is forever, while
all of my YOUS are fading away;
like when I sleep. That seems deep to me;
maybe that IT is the YOU
with whom I should stay and
to which I should pray;
after all, the other ITS and YOUS
are just play time.
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The idea of getting dirty
is tantamount to the idea of being free.
Like sin and the dark and suffering and death,
dirty balances the equation of the process,
of the journey that we travel,
every change of the cycle that comes
in the choices we make dialectically.
But first, we must stop;
stop the idea of the clean and the dirty;
stop the free versus the indentured,
stop the dark versus the light;
the sick versus the healthy;
the broken versus the (w)holy
and BLEND THEM!
YOU must blend them for me
because IT is One alone;
IT is ONE ALONE and
shared moments are an illusion meant for
holy communion and families and nature.
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I am sorry,
I cannot sleep
when the light is shining,
unless it is by the Holy Spirit blessed,
because my soul is calling
from the dark and the misery
which seems forever pressed upon it and
within which it is so enticingly dressed.
What a mess, sometimes;
so much so that I forget
it must be confessed as illusion
for me to reach out
from the depths of its prison walls.
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I am the one that has to give up;
give up trying to keep the sense alive;
the sense that each of us holds in the silence
where we plan and we plot and we contrive that
for more than a moment which we cannot hold onto
I am destined to persist and to survive.
But how can I accomplish anything that way?
It is the miracle of the ages.
IT is the surprise!
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