The Face of Love
Loud is the voice of memory, shaking both the flesh and the heart of a warrior who’s left his sword and shield out beyond the gates of his Thermopylae.
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The Heart That Bleeds (My book of inspired loving poetry) Now Available on Amazon
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The Night Sky
I cannot run from darkness when it creeps into my daylight. I face it, embrace it and let the experience flow as the pendulum of life swings. I then accept that darkness and ask it what it must teach me.
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Languished (rough draft)
What it means to want to be the best for her, and when you fail miserably.
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The New Tortoise and Hare Story
But what happens if neither the tortoise nor the hare cares about winning? What happens if both just want to arrive at the finish line together enjoying the journey they’ve taken to arrive?
I’d say that’s an even more amazing story.
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Sometimes, Let’s Just Play (A dialog on effort, play and the present moment)
I just, at times, want the work to end. For a little while, anyway. I don’t want to feel like the work I happen to do is my identity.
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Round Peg, Round Hole (A Conversation at the Altar Stone)
So, I’ve walked. I’ve walked a hundred million miles, sometimes wearing shoes that will never fit and sometimes wearing no shoes at all. Life, for me, is a varying degree of shelter and openness, of solitude and a deep desire for my soul’s companion.
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The Mask (A Nightmare)
From the end, there was such a beginning. I was sitting on the bottom of a clear pool just enjoying the serenity and weightlessness. The way the waves painted sunlight where I sat added to […]
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Love Dialog (Working Title)
In the moment of torment, I write. But I also write in the moment of bliss.
Which moment is this? Sometimes they are the same.
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A Lover’s Dilemma
I live for those moments. I long for each in what seems like eternal gaps between them. It is a lover’s dilemma, this man’s silent suffering.
