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Tag Archives: time
Connected
I wish I saw the Wallflowers at the Hartford Meadows on the twelfth of September eighteen years ago. I used to love The Wallflowers and my mom bought tickets for my 17th birthday and I waited all summer long and … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, america, Iraq, life, occupation, oil, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, refugees, religion, revenge, taxes, terrorism, Uncategorized, veterans, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, white supremacy, writing, yellow ribbons
Tagged 9/ll, Afghanistan, apathy, connection, death, hatred, human rights, humanity, ignorance, iraq, life, New York, Peace, poem, Poetry, religion, revenge, so it goes, time, war
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Dust
You and me just must share some dust from the same star and maybe our star was related to other stars, the ones that we still see reminding us where we’re from and if we’re lucky, of where we’ll return … Continue reading
2nd Hand
Are you ready to let go of those 3rd, and 4th, and 5th hand fairy-tales, are you ready to set sail in your own ship, ready to grab hold of the pen and make it the trip that you want to … Continue reading
Generations
Generations pass and we inherit more and more apathy Generations pass and they inherit more and more tragedy Generations pass and we inherit more and more debt Generations pass and they inherit more and more dead
Regret & Karmic Debt
Some nights I want to turn back the clock a decade or more, but I made my bed so I lay awake trying my best to forget wading through oceans of regret and karmic debt and one too many mistakes, … Continue reading
Posted in guilt, haiku, humanity, life, peace, poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged addiction, alcohol, alcoholism, death, dreams, farming, guilt, haiku, healing, karma, life, love, memories, Peace, poem, Poetry, regret, sobriety, tanka, time, war
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Thoughts & Prayers
You are in my thoughts for whatever it’s worth and I said a prayer for you today, though I can’t say anyone listened, they never listen. I hope to Christ and Buddha and Marx and to the sharks and … Continue reading
Ink on Paper
Characters might change from one chapter to the next but they’re in the book even if you don’t turn back ink on paper, they’re in there
Pages
The book will end one day and all that’s left will be pages filled with words, or left empty
Planting, Harvesting
Covered in red dirt with Bumpy the dog close by I become timeless and weightless, floating between yesterday and tomorrow as I till the earth and plant food for the future and the sun will rise and the winter … Continue reading
Hourglass
Eternity is an hourglass filled with grains of sand and as eons pass only a single grain slips through to join the rest at the bottom and we think we are the best generation and we think we are the … Continue reading
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