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Look at all this space
Look at all these wishes
Look with more than just your eyes
You could almost feel the kisses

Kisses I blew out, waiting
Drifting with hope held lifted
A fool and his youthful heart song
Never complete, never wasted

Look at all this space
Look at all this yearning
Look at these jobless hands
Busy with the life and a living

Busy collecting scars and stories
For a day when the old soul hungers
As the clocks slow their counting
As wedding bands lose their lustre

The Little Heart

I held a little heart
In my hand today
I held it in my palm
My fingers a cage

I felt the little heart
Pulse with much  to say
Though only a whisper
A sincere message

"Is it in my nature
Or by your care
That I should bleed
Just as I will beat

Could I be your guide
In both truth and lies
Yet I am oftten blind
At least as you believe

Do I hold all keys
To what is unseen
Yet not unnoticed
Once it is in my light

Is it I who complicate
Or too simple for you
Your justice too quick
Too swift, too right

Am I your enemy
When love becomes hard
Am I your friend
When a heart becomes love

I am just a little heart
Placed in your hand
Behold all I am
It is you that I serve"

I held you heart
In my hand today
I felt it, it trembled
A language I am learning

I held your hand
In my heart today
I felt it, I was thankful
A choice, a shared meaning

Spot

I am here

I am standing

Watching, a half-smile

You too are here

Here for now

A painting

Hanging patient

Like my heart waiting

For your presence

Home again

And in here

It remains quiet

Still, vacant, wanting

Heartbeats ringing

Ode to you

A Long Kiss Goodbye (For Now)

I've never had trouble saying goodbye
Never, at least until today

I've usually been the one to go

But now I wish you could stay

I didn't think I'd give a long kiss goodbye

But our days past have been just that

Ever since the deadlines have surfaced

Ever since I've started trying to forget

I've never needed to try so hard

To let go, or to hold on

I've never thought I'd be the one

To be teary-eyed, forlorn

I've never know a quiet so loud

That I try to fill every moment

I can with the necessary and the odd

Just so I wouldn't be frozen

I've said goodbye as much as I should

But today, tonight

I've finally had to mean it

As you take off on your flight

Paradise

This looks just like paradise
Not a worry, day or night
Smiles, an endless supply
Never a dull moment in sight

This is however not my paradise
Too bright, too much ease
Any appetite, any size
To be satisfied, fed or teased

Stories, told to be heard
Come easy and freely all around
A smooth and open camaraderie
Formed and dissolved without a sound

Experiences, gift-wrapped and free
Designed to suit each mood and fancy
Forget adventure, it’s not easy
And it won’t have a guide called Nancy

The folks here seem to think it’s fine
To trade much money and some time
And gorge their bodies and their minds
To escape the realities of their lives

So that’s why this is not my paradise
Not a place where there is work and play
Where they match each other’s size
And both spell growth, at the end of the day

Because enough is too far too little
When there is no need for more
And our resolves will become brittle
If we feed an empty core

Measured

The world, our country
How big is one within the other
A house, a home
What a difference, one without the other

People and communities
Divided by their identities
Some given, others earned
Not the same, yet not so different

Locality and local
Together, united by space
Friends, friendly or unknown
It's all good until our covers are blown

Folks, family
Chosen or without a choice
Live and let live, learn patience
Or suffer our interdependence

You, me
Together, become only "we"
Bodys, minds
What size and what surprise

Hands, heart
They beat and they build
Action or intention
Alas, still a reaction

A cup, a drink
A vessel or a bridge
A message, a thirst
Growing deeper after the first

Chatter, a conversation
Sounds, words or ideas
Hard or soft, all imagined
Handicapped by imperfect listening

How big, how small
How wide, how tall
How much, how little
These truths, so fickle

How deep, how long
How weak, how strong
Measured, or just guessing
We are whole, and we are missing

New Year

So this is the New Year
Its numbers, bubbles and drinks
The past quickly forgotten
Undone as the glasses clink


Ticks and trickles
Along time's slippery tracks
Our daily digital scribbles
Scribe a widening, invisible crack

Same differences
Between what is and what should be
A drunken hazy clarity
Between the truth and our humanity

Do we breathe
To perceive and seek the truth
Or do we grief
Always, some wound to soothe

Do we stand
Aside and away, nonchalant
As the just suffer
Their own fairness and benevolence

Do we fight
As we listen to what our soul decides
The good fight
Or just the popular might

Do we forgive
All who have trespassed, we know
Even those fools
Who would not admit to doing so

Perhaps what's new in this year
Is only the face of hope
The distinct irresistible flavour
In the air that stirs and tugs our soul

Still mountains will not move
Nor this world ever change its shape
Until we sober up, pay attention
Come out from under the hero's cape