Tears are bluened by sadness, created by hearts
of sorrow, looking askance at life and it's
tortures of existence.
At last moments of frightened darkness, a light
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Saturated in times of life with
aesthetic woes, attempting to
conquer them with an imaginational
depth from inner realms and destiny's
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Dancing effortlessly,
gliding across the floor in each other's arms.
Catching eyes as they pass by others sitting
at tables all around them.
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Writing through the night, greeting a darkened morning at midnight with an expression of happiness.
Traveling through a repertoire of blending thoughts, writing them each in many words and sentences, forming poems from the essence and passion of my inner voice.
Having been silent all of life
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Standing on corners, separated from each other in another part of the world.
No way for us to reach or touch each other in the byways of life, so we two remain strangers, never meeting or getting to know each other.
Yet, I write continually and one day you read what I have written on a page in a book.
Learning who I am, knowing how I felt.
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Lingering scents of yesterday enfold my mind luxuriously.
Giving me an aura of desert portraits sandly sitting in my mind,
awaiting retrieval of a different horizon on shores of beyond.
Taking all I know and spreading it like jam across the earth,
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In between grief and grieving right now.
Afraid to share the past burden of it
because I know there will soon be a fresh
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Growing older, maturity has grown full circle,
now it's seen as an arc with a beginning and
end, life having been lived in the middle.
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Standing in a place, empty, no one around waiting impatiently
for a bus that is way too late.
Noises suddenly occur behind and turning I see hordes of boys
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Looking about, noticing the crowd here at the MLK breakfast,
thinking we have come a long way since 1961.
Back then, moving to Arizona in December, we had to travel
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