Virtue cannot defeat hatred,
but hatred cannot exist
in the heart of a virtuous man.
To walk the path of righteousness,
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words cannot hold you
you vanish into dreams
only memories remain
...
from the high point of the hill
in the shadow of a ruined house
I saw with the eyes of the Cherokee
I saw only the past
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we called it the Prehistoric Forest
every nook and cranny of home had a name
it was a dank and mossy glen beside the creek
...
the passages of daydreams carry me
to places long forgot in memory
the sleepy southern shade of summertime
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I stole a little piece of day
the world was sleeping through
to watch a mist of fog transform
my neighbor's lawn to fantasy.
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Hiding in the tall grass,
was a thing the children never saw.
We were too young
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I spent some time today
to read my poetry
I say that some is good
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It falls on us as seasons often do
when we are unprepared,
a weariness that hope cannot subdue;
and not one soul is spared.
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