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Forward you did Framed I move Closer To Furthest point. Air's breath stilled Sun's shine black Dead grass dances more Bleak mountains silhouette against Empty Are tombs Shallow Stark Path strangled by weeds, thistles, thorns, vines Choking dusty breath from God's mean earth Peeled flesh reveals Chalky debris Withered in a puddle of molten grayish red Forward i did not.

Amid the scent of morning's dew I wake to find there's something new The song bird's chirp The sun's bright smile Absorbing the moment for just a while Plush green leaves dance in the trees To the song of the wind strumming its breeze Soft pillowy clouds drift in mass While blades of grass bow as they pass Cool spring water babbles and flows Wild flowers in the pasture silently grow Breath of birch and pine, maple and oak Shade skin of the earth from sun swept soak Dawn breaks west and circle...

I lay perfectly still on my mattress covered with gray sheets; wide-eyed, staring at the cracked ceiling. My head throbs with each breath from my lungs, with each bat of my eyelashes. Rays of fresh sunlight beam through the dusty blinds warming my skin. I lick my lips and swallow the foul tasting regrets of yesterday. Surely it was not meant to be like this. I never intended to become what I am now. However, the consequences that I suffer from are a direct correlation of my actions. Blame is ...

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable. - Sidney J. Harris WHOOSH! Fire spits in my face as the flames catch hold of the hot oil in the pan. I toss the contents with frantic concentration. The intense heat draws sweat from my pours while the smell of fresh garlic, oil, wine, and seafood rapes my nostrils. My coat clings to my arms and torso like tightly wrapped cellophane. The sounds of sizzles and cracks, banging p...

East of Joy stood Loneliness Hung in a corner of self-pity and sorrow Interrupted by the "whats" of the world Seclusion reaps reward Togetherness shouts for Joy while Lucky smiles in admiration Hand in Soul and Soul in Hand; Lucky to be Together Yet Loneliness whithers in thought And grows to be a scholar of obsolete Joy strutts in circles No end to her beginning Perfection steps in the picture (perceived by Whom?) Swallowing Joy in its wake Mind works in mysterious ways