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My face is a map
That traces, so accurately
The journey
Of my life
Like old roads
Carved out of hope
Trying to lead somewhere
Now tired and worn
Always remaining
Beyond repair
Fading into the past
Before the journey
Had barely travelled
Lightly trodden paths
Often fondly remembered
For that one single moment
When they crossed
Each other’s destiny
They left such little trace
But measured together
Provide so many memories
Of long lost desires

The ravines of past loves
So very deep
Etched from sadness
As ever growing rifts
Drifting further apart
Wrenched from pain
And scarred with sorrow
With impassable rivers
Born of tears
That had bled
From eyes
That had seen
Futility

But hope
Is an emotion
Where desires
Can see further
Than futility
For this map
Has one last space
To be fulfilled
And complete
The journey of life
And when that final river
Crosses my face
And flows
Into nothingness
All I will ever know
Is it will never
Be as deep
As yours

Dear Friend,

Stand Tall and Proud
Sink your roots deeply into the Earth
Reflect the light of a greater source
Think long term
Go out on a limb
Remember your place among all living beings
Embrace with joy the changing seasons
For each yields its own abundance
The Energy and Birth of Spring
The Growth and Contentment of Summer
The Wisdom to let go of leaves in the Fall
The Rest and Quiet Renewal of Winter

Feel the wind and the sun
And delight in their presence
Look up at the moon that shines down upon you
And the mystery of the stars at night.
Seek nourishment from the good things in life
Simple pleasures
Earth, fresh air, light

Be content with your natural beauty
Drink plenty of water
Let your limbs sway and dance in the breezes
Be flexible
Remember your roots
Enjoy the view!

gold hidden 'neath the rugged earth
upon which lay your quest
yet murky and turbid is the dew
that is harvested in a cup of sand
your weakness never sets
over the parched and scorching heat
nor will your strength
ever laid to rest
until you will run out
of your sweats
you will want to know
deep within your heart
why all this land
is covered with blood
and as the world lay witness
and yet mightily unconcerned
to its naked plight

your mind will never fathom
why the rift is burning strong
so you will keep on digging
until you reach the bottom
hoping it will lay bare
all the reasons,
that this blood covered land
is a conflict no more
in the mighty difference
of white and black color
but the gap of those
who have and who don't

the question is...will man ever learn
how to vanish indifference?
give to those that have not
and even out the earth's wealth
so revolt will not explode?

perhaps nobody really cares...
you are alone, abandoned
on this quest..
buried
in a drifting sand
stained with ruthlessness
by the greed of human hand
glued forever
in human blood.

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Each year we get to welcome the return of Spring
early morning song only bird sounds can bring
Fresh beginnings define this time of the year
vast new life blossoming and eager to appear

We can't help but get excited about this season
preferred climate is indubitably the main reason
Spring is natures alarm to all things in dormancy
alerting them to rise back to their natural beauty

Plant and animal alike commence to multiply
the colorful eye-popping blooms induce a sigh
The aroma of freshly cut grass smells so sweet
morning dew certain to dampen your bare feet

A faint rustle can be heard from atop a tree
maybe a newborn overly anxious to see
There's another letting go a whimpering cry
I'd surmise a sibling desperately wanting to fly

Spring is suppose to be conducive to April showers
natures feed to assure the illumination of May flowers
Reason we mostly look forward to the coming of Spring!
it's always symbolic to the end of that winter thing

My hope is that some of my words ultimately help someone
I feel it's imperative a poem be comprehendible when done
In my writes you'll always find some meaningful rhyme
getting it just like you want most always requires overtime

Jelling words into poetic fashion is no doubt a bonafide art
most rewarding to me are the ones that move other's heart
My words have literally sent chills up the readers spine
inducing goose bumps and/or a tear I'd think is a good sign

Some say poetry doesn't necessarily have to make sense
"telling it like it is" has and will always be my preference
Poetry has long been the way I chose to vent justified rage
what better way to express oneself than on a poetic stage

It's very satisfying being able to convey with genuine emotion
theirs plenty more bottled up I'll let out when I get the notion

I would surmise every human searches for a special someone
a life partner with whom you can share every happiness
Sadly so many wind up alone when all is said and done
heartache a certainty at the end of every ugly relations mess

Getting hurt repeatedly is likely to make one feel inferior
your even likely to question if that thing called love is reality
We eventually turn to focusing on body parts instead of interior
at this point it's time we seriously reassess our morality

The build-up of pain can become impossible to alleviate
the reasonable doubt you shoulder can't help but show
If a good one came along you'd be apt to hesitate
understandably you're now reluctant to let feelings go

Cease searching for what is increasingly arduous to find
reestablishing trust and peace of mind we must first acquire
Desperation most always results in settling for the wrong kind
when least expected you'll bump into that special someone you desire

I love to see a child cry...
When it's tears of joy pouring from their eyes...
I love to see a child die...
When it's laughter that causes the dying inside...

I love to see a child in pain...
If it's just from the loss of their new toy plane...
I love the sound of a child's screams...
When they wake up realizing it was just bad dreams....

I will cradle you with my comforting arms...
Keeping you safe from the pains and the harms...
I will wash away all your pains of the day...
No matter what you may do or may say....

You made me crazy for you
how you make me feel seems new
Butterflies stir when you near
maybe love alerting it's here

Normal doesn't define emotions like this
I would surmise another level of bliss
Since being together I feel much more zeal
it's inexplicable the way you've made me feel

Like a box of chocolates you're "oh so sweet"
owner of looks that accelerate my heartbeat
Like elusive jewels you're truly a rare find
a woman that epitomizes class and kind

You're absolutely my desire come true
"reason" I yearn to wake each day next to
From you I got more than I ever dreamed of
with you I want to be forever my love

On 9/4/2006 a one of a kind inspiration gone long before his time
what and how it happened I can only call a truly senseless crime
The beloved 'Crocodile Hunter' taken in such an improbable way
Steve wouldn't have dreamed his demise being the barb of a Ray

An avid leader in the preservation of all Earth's creatures
indubitably the epitome of Mother Nature's teachers
His desire for doing good conducive to him becoming a star
he lived life with more zeal than most humans by far

Whatever the task his enthusiasm never changed pace
heartfelt reward always clearly visible on his face
He made us laugh, occasionally even stirred a heart-string
sharing his world with us was certainly a passion thing

Danger Danger was his job and nobody was more intrepid
no one possibly loved what they do MORE than he did
After learning their biggest fan will no longer be near
the Animal Kingdom collectively let go a Crocodile tear

I most admired Steve because like me he too was real
a true blessing and surely that's how all who love him feel
I often think of his widowed wife and the kids who lost dad
no doubt they'll gracefully carry on the vision that made him glad

It shall linger long why such misfortune came to be
thankfully we can still relive and adulate the work of he
With each thought of his passing hearts of fans and family bleed
not before nor again will their be another Steve... guaranteed