Through clutter and chaos
through worry and fever
such matters matter not
such fevered battles fought
Will cease and return peaceful to you
Every bill unpaid and forgotten
every call unreturned never
accidents are human
all but love not remain
after the storm of living passes with you
We lose our minds a little each day
we misplace our possessions often
and along with them repose
or at least we may think so
saving embraces by you are my treasure
We run on different time zones
we schedule unintentionally to miss
but always return home
together never alone
any sorrows will fail in the measure
Yes we live cluttered and baggaged lives
yes and often it is a chaotic whirlwind
tripping on toys, pets, shoes
swimming through baby blues
each the other’s lifeguard and stay
When the world is baying at the door
when wind is blowing through the cracks
remember my arms are for you
and your arms are my rescue
through the remainder our stormy way
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Oh lovely angel to be
So prancy and fancy
Most like your mommy
And a little of me
What perfect spell are you
So happy and free
Like dandelion fluff
On an invisible sea
Blonde little pumpkin
Sweet as the breeze
What wishes hide in you
Inside that smiley head
Your daddy so loves you
As much as the sky is blue
And forever and ever
More than anyone has said
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I heard your jewelry rattle yesterday
Your shoes clomp rhythmically upon the floor
The smell of your perfume as you grew near
And turn to look but you were there no more
I thought I felt you standing by me
Singing lightly in your muffled song
Swaying playfully to your unseen choir
Again I felt you near but knew it to be wrong
I discovered a tiny happy ghost smiling
In the eyes of a blonde little angel to be
In her voice, in her bounce, in her innocence
It was as if you never left us, never left me
Now I hold your empty jewelry in my hand
And your perfume bottle remains detain
Our daughter now clomps around in your shoes
And now her coos and squeals sing refrain
And though I can’t feel you standing near
Nor will your silver eyes gaze up to see me
I know you rest peacefully in all our souls
In the treasure that hangs playfully at my knee
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The wife charm
The possession unpossessed
No riches out shine
No battles do they trophy
Do no harm
The treasure entreasured
No copy I will fine
No replacement when lay damaged
I am sorry
The twisted mental tempest
No baffle and rein
No fiction can do better damage
When I pass
The warmest feeling ghost
No sweeter the rain
No fiery star can out warm yours
To know you
The dearest gilded wife and friend
No better chapter read
No gift has blessed a more undeserving
On today
The most fulfilling and empty day
No memory when dead
No memory when I pass but you my love
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If you are a Lord above
Then listen to this whispered plea
What chaos of angels dance
In this world, within us and me
If be you creator of this
And reign magistrate above us all
Then I feel you derelict
In the compassion that you call
Where paved is golden street
When peaceful do all of us sleep
On which word can we read
To guide us to worship at whose feet
Don’t you see the wars the strife
And under what grace reflects this stage
Do you direct to your pleasure
Is there no innocence at any pure age
I suspect you are not or at least mute
That man has more power upon this earth
And that you watch us as in sport
Watch us suffer in death and at our birth
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Dark wisdom in her charm
a twinkle in the confidence
I see the rhyme in her voice
a grand whisper in her presence
Eyes that make me mumble
incoherently as we talk
something inside protects me
and holds me fast to balk
And somehow I see the same
in her busy business flow
that serves as shield and sword
an armor too unvisual to show
Perhaps she is a mirror
displaying social particles of me
and within such graceful shadow
hides a quiet need to be free
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My faith . . .
it answers me before I ask the questions
it listens to me before I begin to talk
it strengthens me before I get weak
it connects me to all before I become alone
it just is
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like walking on a clear night sky
moving from place to place
glittered throne under foot
all these little steps, but illusion smeared in space
is the moon there when not seen
do we exist when we’re alone
does anyone have the faintest clue
is this planet just a faint replica of our home
we wish to laugh at the cosmic joke
if only the punch line was clearly plain
for all we know we’re pimples
tossed randomly on a shadowy quantum plane
and with such breath of clarity
should we believe our self importance
to be illusion or chance diversion
like some petty aftereffect of physical constants
I say we know not what is real
in the vast world and nor within our head
so declare yourself vague and pointless
go out and get a beer, and laugh until your dead
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