Jeff Rushton Poems

Running after dreams that have come and gone
Running in hopes of crossing the finish line with a personal best
Running for the glory only seen and celebrated in a reflection
Running to be what I want to be
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From noon until midnight the sky becomes a kelm of colors,
All seen in the stained glass window we call the clouds
Beauty of painted light as the glowing backdropp rotates through the sky
Brightness brings softness, the glow, luminescence, and art of illumination to it's
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Healing is a profound power of living matter
The ability to heal is given to us as a lesson in inner zeal
All obstructions of perfection become the focal point of the bodies energy and direction
Resources are thwarted, deviated and expended in an effort to mend
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Life is an ocean of waves
The moment you feel calm and tranquil
The waves continue to move forth
The times when the waves seem grave and start to enclave
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I saw my reflection today
Not in a mirror
In the ocean all around
I saw my reflection
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Nothing is built to its greatest measure unless first it is broken down to its base or farthest stature
No building founded
No pavement grounded
No seed planted
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The reality of dreams is as true as they seem,
The only difference is the time of the occurrence
A different scene, or a time not quite in synch with you at the age of the dream
Irony makes every dream a reality, but only with bifocals brining into
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The treasure, so pure and pristine, unmistaken
An angel of light, love and unmistakable trust
You treasure more the others hand, when in vice you pleasingly stand
Heart and eyes put for the apparent sign
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The matter unused, unneeded, or displaced from consumption

Aggression, digression, pain, suppression, retention, sadness, remorse, discomfort, distort, regret, and a feeling of debt comprise a small number of the human excrements.
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