Claude H Oliver II Poems

This is my country
What do I have
Not what I thought or want
Not what I had or thought I had
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To be truly conscious is
When the visible
Recognizes the invisible
Knowing they are one.
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In order for life to live
Death must live
Death is the broom
Clearing space for life
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Tentative fingers of light emerge
Streaking and dissipating across the night canvas
Premonitions of glory soon to come
Slowly increasing intensity
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Who is me - What is me - Where is me from
‘I am' is me - what means this…me
Is me separate from or part of other me's
This conception of me both known, unknown
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How would it have been had we first met in the dark
Had I not seen your eyes
Your lovely face
Had I not seen that sense of style
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We gather here
To honor
To elevate
To enshrine
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Life grows as grows life
Growing strong
Growing healthy
Growing fast
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Getting here was not my choice
I chose neither parents nor circumstance
I walk this path in ignorance of to be
Of what I am to be
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Omnipotent, yet weak
Omniscient, yet unknowing
Omnipresent, yet absent
Omni-sentient, yet unfeeling
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