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What the Waves Teach 

Tiny cracks, tiny fractures in the sand.
Tracks: an arrow, pointing to the culprit.
Impermanence of pain felt by this land,
And with the tide comes memories forfeit.
Into the sunset one or two may go,
Leaving behind a stamp on the day fair,
Revisiting this day later to show,
There are none like it, no, none do compare.
This day and that, like beads on strings, endless.
Are they aware how fragile, made of glass
Are beads on the universes necklace?
Each day adds another that will not last.
Our days: numbered; grains of sand on the beach,
Beside times ocean, we must learn what the waves teach.

All is Laid to Rest

Once forgotten all is laid
To rest and in the grave.
He profits nothing from the past
There’s nothing there of what lasts.
If it cannot get him through the day
It might as well be locked away.
To be sure there’s beauty there,
Joy and freedom, all but rare,
And mixed up in times shifting sands.
Irretrievable! They’re left to this desolate land!
He awakens the next day none the wiser.
Or is he now he won’t dredge the desert to find her?
I’ll leave that question to philosophers who will,
Debate his morality while sitting on a hill.

A Rebellion of Waves 

For waves the sea recedes and rocks that mark its bed,
One sees where sand lets go of another ones dread.
In swelling, falling, crashing, rising, each one tells of the others end.
In vain they argue, a discord of water and sand,
Their frigid spectators, the cliffs behind and the vigilant land.
Such steep demands, the sand tolerates no tribute,
Endlessly dancing in rebellion, they inevitably convolute.

Empty Thoughts

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My mind has been empty,
Empty, to remain and to be.
Around it a fog that I cannot see through.
Through which I cannot see you!
What is sight that I cannot see you?
It saps my strength I can hardly stand,
As if my feet are planted in the sand.
Gazing out to sea I hope to catch,
A lasting glimpse of you that,
Would give some solace on this shore,
As I search for bedrock, without which I can’t endure.

I Stand

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I stand.
Though the waves crash in,
In spite of the pillars around me
Threatening to fall. Eat my sin!
I stand!
Now I can see an infinity,
Because of my choice to stand.
I defy you sand!
You who do not wish to hold my feet,
You, who tries to hide the rock
Behind His destined seat,
Curse you sand!
A thousand times before, I’ve fallen,
And a thousand times more I’ll stand.
Against the waves that seem to be called in,
Though the world may die around me,
Though hell may scourge and mock me,
And remind me of the sin that tries to bind me,
The sand gives way finally.
I’ve found my foundation and rock that saves me.
I spite of a world that would see me die,
I stand.

Paths We Once Knew

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This is the way we lose ourselves
When madness calls to darkened fells.
When we return to bloodied hands,
To sunken ships stuck in the sand.
Who’s left to hear, who will I tell,
There is no healing for the dead ones,
We are those made of lies spun!
There are no lies but life no truth but death!
The bloodied hands do their best.
We go back for more, we return.
They laugh because we do not learn.
In the midst of this confusion,
In this land that some call home,
So many take bliss and ignorance
In trade for their own soul.
This hopeless pain as fragile as a dream,
A breeze! The fog will clear! Easy does it seem?
Such are those that dwell in this sleep of pain that they,
Would pay in blood the bliss
To keep them safe from change.
Though our sunken ships cannot rise
To take us back from whence we came.
By the road before us the storms we’ve passed now seem so tame.
To build new ships,
Leaving ignorance and bliss,
To start the day brand new.
Take my hand you’ll see,
That together we,
Can take paths we once knew.

Ten Thousand Times More

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One plus one and one before,
Ten thousand times and times and more,
That she had knocked on his door.
To see him: this a priority, fore-
Most on her mind. What for?
She had seen him many times before.
Not the first times her feet have seen this floor.
Her steps echoed ’round that corridor.
Then of the empty room she implored:
“Return to me that which I adored!”
Then weeping left, and sorrow with her bore,
To the beach and on that sandy shore,
She’ll sleep and wait ’til on the morrow once more,
She’ll ask and of the walls implore,
Sympathy, recompense. Who’ll hear? Deaf stone and the shore?
Where among the rocks and sand she’ll walk forevermore.

The inspiration for this one came from Poe’s “The Raven”.  I like to think of it as a role reversal and this is Lenore who has survived.