those things we choose
transformative nature
just the finger
or the hand
of God
in outer space
would we hear
ourselves think
could we imagine
oceans and forests
do our hearts beat
as some metaphor
between each thought
moments of simile
separated by each blink
did you see
that latest rocket launch
will there ever be
a cosmic time
when all of us
lift off and fly
these modern lift-offs
each future thrust
assuming life
down here on earth
every furtive sacred space
all these unearthed time capsules
returned safely
landing softly
divine this living station
touching this lofty creation 

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man's indelible fears
fear of isolation
fear of loneliness
fear of dislocation
fear of craziness
fear of neighbours
fear of race and colour
fear of long and painful labours
fear of loss
fear of poverty
fear of rising costs
fear of the unknown
fear of wild nature
fear of rising water
fear of the boiling sea
fear of extreme hunger
fear of marauding sharks
fear of lightning and thunder
fear of bombs and guns
fear of poisonous snakes
fear of the bloody runs
fear of each and every virus
fear of funnel web spiders
fear of things that tire and expire us
fear of rampant epidemics
fear of drastic heights
fear of pandemics
fear of pitch black nights
fear of lies and misconception
fear of change
fear of deception
fear of raging fire
fear of showing true emotion
fear of truth and honesty
fear of wicked evil
fear of hate
fear of the conniving devil
fear of love
fear of misleading devotion
fear of borders
fear of contaminated rags
fear of enforced orders
fear of armies waving foreign flags
fear of consternation
fear of total war
fear of annihilation
fear of blood and gore
fear of human stature
fear of mythic monsters
fear of human nature
fear of so much more

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we are celebrating
having drowned at sea
no longer shackled
after being tossed overboard
so the tide has turned
now there is revelating
survivors have reached
a fumarolic yearning beach
reckoning some good road ahead
even though the searing way
completely blocked at times
by steaming vents and landslides
and the occasional seething ice storm
there could still be raging fire
even more torrential rain
but if we can handle the opium
there lies the heroin road
riding the fire breathing dragon
across rough and broken black top
accompanied by stark visions
some translucent
only semi-clear
now all we have to do
steer clear of fear
heroes and heroines tack right
as fire breathing danger moans
past what is left
those incinerating lava zones
raging through
my endangered mind
there's a cold stagnant pool
stationed there I find
I'm wrapped by an algae sea
isn't life hilarious
all those squelching demons
riding belching sea monsters
all those biblical sermons
all those prophetic pranksters
but here we all are
no longer shackled
yet floundering in a putrid sea
now having reached a welcome beach
a glorified youthful spring
hidden like a sacred fountain
in time we all should realize
we must rise up like a mountain
life must be courageously tackled
if living can be divinely humanized
perhaps one day we'll all be free
 

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when we are lost
if we can't find ourselves
does the sun refuse to shine
when life has nothing but barren shelves
what is the long term cost
will we ever find our true selves
history which is yours and mine
where did your people come from
were they cursed and persecuted
what were they running from
how can reconciliation be executed
can friends be both yours and thine
what good can we build and be instituted
how many tears has your family cried
can lost love and joy ever be reconstituted
how many of your clan children tragically died
can real faith and trust ever be reinstated
when the roses have wilted and died
when all this hurt and pain has been restated
when that sweet scent of life has been denied
we should surely ask ourselves
has everyone done all we can
has every one of us truly tried

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I don't know
if you've been
in love
or not
for me
falling in love
gave me
this intense feeling
that love drug
I think
I was vibrating
at some
other rate
when I
was
in love
but love
doesn't
stay
for one reason
or another
maybe it's
the gravity
of the thing
love
lifting us up
love
dragging us down
is it a smile
or is it a frown
when I fell
I fell hard
love
defined
the passion
I could share
the sound
of your voice
kept me there
staring
into your colourful eyes
visualizing
all the love
in your adoring heart
feeling
your hand
in mine
I remember
how fine
all that love
we once had
sharing and caring
falling
into love
into passion's bed
together
reciting love poems
kisses
in your sensuous garden
caressing
listening to love songs
but precious love
has gone away
that in-love feeling
just couldn't stay
if only
the lasting sun
could burn
love
into our hearts
love wounds
that never heal
so forever more
true love
is what we want to feel

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these days of crisis
crying nights of despair
all this divisiveness
does anybody really care
these ideas of license
do what you dare
closed club exclusiveness
armies and gangs on a rampant tear
what does it take to change the world
will tomorrow be worse
or by some miracle be better
truth and wisdom can't be coerced
there is physical truth of course
something creation follows to the letter
crossing the line isn't allowed
curse contemptuous kings and crowns
sometimes our heads are in the clouds
other times we're plastered with frowns
this caustic drastic place we're in
it seems a lot has wrongly changed
perhaps we are the sole cause of this tragic sin
so many things we do are greedy and deranged
if tears could wash away the hurt and guilt
redemption should be one of our worthy tools
if love and joy were the only things we felt
these crying nights wouldn't be what we built
maybe then the world wouldn't be completely cruel
perhaps in time we'll all wake to find
living on this planet isn't entirely strange
come to know our dreams during this earthly crisis
imagining this tragedy isn't just about panicked fools

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