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“Grace” – from Peripheral Prose”

Deep in the night, while most men are at rest,
I sense you working through me all this magic, and I call this GRACE. 
I’m caught up in this moment
What am I missing?
 
I question because I must.
Because I’ve been here before.
Many times in fact. 
Wide awake and in my dreams.
And in this moment my heart breaks, as the weight of the world lands firmly on my chest.
In this light, it’s clear that I am you, and you are me, and that together, we are ALL.
My shadow in the light, that sound in the dark, my Self tuned up tonight. 
 
You’ll often find me alone. 
Staring off into the distance even.
Worry not, I’m still chasing down these mysteries, and contemplating deeply.
So please leave me be. 
I’m not lost, I’m still finding my way.

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“Tall Moment” – from “Peripheral Prose”

I stand on the shoulders of giants
The ones that came before me
And I’m gasping for air here
Buddha pose and armed to the teeth
 
Contrast and perspective
A moment of reflection beckons
A second for some gratitude is in order
To acknowledge and appreciate what you got
And to be prepared to lose it all, in an instant, at any moment
To be tested at a minimum, all the time
Its sad but true
And part of the suffering that is the privilege of this life
 
Prepared not paranoid is what I say
That reality is where I find myself today
And it’s precious and enlightening
And ferocious
And it tears through me like a fucking bullet
The road here is harrowing
I don’t glamorize it
It’s not sexy
It’s not cool
It’s the hardest work I have ever done
But I’m here
And I cant wait for tomorrow
 
I’ve been fighting my own war for so long
A little short on perspective at times, and my intentions need polishing
But I’m here nonetheless
Beads and axe in hand
The thrill of the fight
I’m growing weary of these battles though
The hard truth is I’m looking for a home
A place to lay my head in peace
I’ll fight til the death if necessary
But that seems tedious
I’ve been a gentleman through this unveiling
Blood shed for this moment
I’ve swallowed my pride
And carried the shame
Sweated through many “dark nights of the soul”
I still can’t shake this desire
This need to become
Its been a long time coming
I’m ready
I promise I won’t betray this trust

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“In the city, always a shadow, in the country, always a sound, in the desert…man, you don’t want to go to the desert” from “My Amends”

Just another visit.
But this time,
you came crashing through me.

Deep in my mind, there is this adherence.
A quantifiable and irresistible sense of resistance.
I thought we were just being present.
But this time, I’m unable to shake the angst.
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The Give and Take – from “Zen & My Friends”

An endless winter, upon me now.
A road to nowhere, ahead of me.
Hope, man’s only weapon.
Faith, the method in which way we manifest that hope.
I guess we all become what we deserve.
Lovely as you are.

That’s what my friends keep telling me.
Then why do I continue tempting fate?
It’s so hard keeping up with you.
This ever-changing audience and all.
My intuition, it’s barely valuable up here,
only shreds of understanding throughout this.
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