Mark Anderson

Beaming bright across the galaxies,
Your petals extend through heavens gate.
You waited until now to reveal yourself,
For the world it was worth the wait.
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The first one was for attraction,
It lasts but a short while.
The second one was for association,
But talk runs out of style.
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Miyamoto Musashi is my name,
I have survived in over sixty mortal fights.
I lived to achieve great Japanese fame,
Therefore I offer the following advice.
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Become Water:

Assume any form
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What do you say to a man who lost his wife?
A young woman befallen in the prime of life.
Neither words nor sympathy can ever express,
The loss, the shock, confusion and sadness.
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I bring here today,
All that I am…

My Fear,
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Please darling don't despair,
Because I'm over here and you're over there.
Our first Christmas apart from you all,
I long to be home but duty calls.
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Things I thought I wanted,
Things I thought I lacked.
Things I thought brought happiness,
Turned out to be far from that.
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Rays of light rifting throught the trees,
Ocean's roar beckons the light not to fade.
Young woman's smile; a youthful tease,
Yearning of a man becoming old and grey.
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Barbies and dollhouses during the day,
Designing houses for serious play.
All the while watching Nick-at-Nite,
Sponge Bob and Cat Dog all within sight.
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On a high desert plain in the hot afternoon sun,
The maintenance crew prepares my F100 Hun.
Like putting on a suit two sizes too small,
My world is compressed into this tight little ball.
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The talking newsmen treat them as fools,
Dismissing their gallantry away.
Ignoring their good deeds are the rules,
Of the political games they play.
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High up North in Alaska,
In the land of the midnight sun.
East of the town of Dillingham,
Where the King Salmon run.
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Every once and awhile,
My mind meanders to recall.
The sum of my life today,
Whether it has been worth it all?
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One more day to walk on a beach,
One more struggle and goal to reach.
One more great story to be told,
One more grandchild to love and hold.
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Lost:

Notes in a bottle cast into a sea,
By a forgotten and lonely man.
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Why is the door laughing?
Why is the cloud frowning?
Why is the cat crying?
Why is the sun smiling?
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The straight and narrow is no easy path,
The road cuts and is difficult to balance.
At the beginning there is no purpose to travel,
Only our faith and courage for guidance.
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Growing up is like being a bird,
Leaving your nest for the first time.
Afraid of what may occur,
Not knowing what you may find.
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Pre-cast at an angle, curtain wall in the middle,
My imbeds don't match, I have attachments to fiddle.
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