Terence George Craddock Poems

The dream of peace cannot,
must never be written out of our souls,
the freedom to learn to love to live life;
to enjoy textured multi layered diversity,
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peel back the layers like peeling the flesh off a grape
peeling back the veil, after shaking off the dust of ages
peeling back the layers flesh of past forgotten lives
feel the flesh the pulp the veins pulsating with invincible blood
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the desert
the desert
has no roads
only destinations
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anxiety attacks phobia fear myths
time time second seconds intensity increasing
often taking 10 long minutes to reach peaks
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the single fir-tree solitary grows windswept lonely
upon a mountain height stood out against the light
in winter storms severe sleeps in a blanket of white
looks cool draped in snow ice cloaked in a winter coat;
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poetic words lines
are a constant incessant
mind space invasion
plaguing prey poets
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words to meditate upon
time to sit and stillness listen
to peace paused between spaces
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sudden creeping panic attack sweats
viewed in tremor palms of hands
arriving at sudden bullet train speeds
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the great philosopher
Eric Cockrell
opened the dialogue
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God needs no houses
no million dollar mansions
but some religious leaders do?
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