Category: My Work
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The Greater Magician
The Greater Magician Who is the greater magician, God or Darwin? God, now that his work is done, Seems impotent to affect The world that He created, No amount of adoration Can influence or answer prayer, Or move a mountain, Or make good on all his visions And promises. God is on sabbatical, Gone…
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Unconscionable
Unconscionable I have done many unconscionable things through my actions, but not by my intent. I’ve seen too many principals crushed, Inconsequentially tossed aside, And my reserves are growing thin. These things I regret. But regret does not bestow expiation. Now is the time of my reckoning And a proper act of contrition: The reason…
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Detroit
Detroit A bent and broken figure. Nothing but an aging hippy Haunted by images of peace, love and kumbya, Still seeking mystic Shambhala Only to discover the rusted hulk of Detroit, Sitting up on blocks, dripping oil. All the while asking why and how? So much. Too much. Such promise. Our parents asked the same…
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Who Are You?
Who Are You? Do you come bearing the cross or the caduceus? Have you come to redeem souls or minister to the sick? Saint Paul or Mother Theresa? It’s fortunate that my physical care Was not urgent. My emotional state is in peril, To say the least And requires immediate attention. I would do…
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Magic of a Sort
Magic of a Sort Magic and spiritualism are conjoined. I do believe in magic of a sort, The sort that delights, Offering glimpses of something more. Abra-ca-Dabra, Let me show you the way. I’ll lift the curtain and shine a light. That is what I have been put here to do. Something transcendent. I…
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A Day In My Life
A Day In My Life There is one who tends to wander And seems to be raving at ghosts. There is another who struggles With complex sentences. A third seems to puke at odd times, Otherwise, he is mute. And then there is me. Groucho, Chico, Harpo & Zeppo. Curly, Larry, Moe & Shemp. The…
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Home
Home Raindrops, born of sea and sun Fall to their watery home Of waving, welcoming arms To begin the journey again. Little wonder that people Pray to heaven for rain.
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Because
Because Too many “Why’s” And not enough “Because’s” “Because” is not a “Reason”, Merely a weak “Excuse”. My life suffers from a dearth of “Reasons”, Yet the “Why’s” continue unabated. Each “Why’” begets another “Why” And I refuse to accept “Because” For an “Answer”. A tsunami of “Why’s” approaches And I grow “Fearful” Just “Because”…
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Coracle
Coracle Downriver, Nearing the sea and thrashing tumult, The Great Undoing of all the structures That kept me afloat Are set to fail. I foresee the danger. My purposes uncertain, My compass awry. Currents and eddies have conspired To whirlpool each dizzying step And threaten to drown me In a vortex. My destination grows unclear…
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A Traveller
A Traveller Let me travel this road with dignity And reach my destination intact. Bruised? Battered? Scarred? I wear the marks of a traveller Who wandered from the path, But not so far that I could not return. There are wounds I cannot identify And pains arise unbidden. Scars appear from battles fought Whose cause…
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