Category Archives: Poetry

The Importance of a Setting Sun

We might soothe our state of mind, perhaps let go of an aggravation in acrimony. – We might look to the setting sun for relief, opaque skies scream harmony in pastels. – Much like a caravan from a different time, canoes arrive to convey quiet mystique. – We were wandering along an endless sand, only…

Being Real

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Certainly, life is a challenge, wake up to a peaceful sunlit morning, compelled to go back to dreams, life is waiting with a plundering notion, at least, that’s what a voice tells me, when trying to ascertain, getting a grip, get a grip, get a grasp, we all do grapple with a sweet ideal, when…

Excerpt: Perseverance

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Nothing is more motivating than watching an infant learn. Instinctively, they conquer all obstacles to reach each development milestone. From the beginning, we are programmed to achieve our goals. Even so, somewhere along with the years, our determination disappears. Settling upon mediocrity, our dreams fade to an acceptance of a lesser reality. Stored under the dust…

In Wanders of Love

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I think I discovered something today, or perhaps it was meant to arrive this way, I always do wonder, I wander through my day, in a curious state, always asking myself, what is it I really believe is love … – Yes, it is there I stumble, trying to find a reason, an explanation, it…

Poem: A Life Left Behind

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The years have changed us, Ten to be exact. At one time, we talked and laughed all night. We planned and dreamed of what our futures would bring. So bright it seemed,The future. The parties were fun, Mixed in with the studies, All nighters studying calculus, And differential equations. We were on top of the…

Poem: Too Young to Die

Fire in the sky,Too young to die,Barely hanging on,Drag him along. Stuck in the dark,Needles are too sharp,Barely scraping by,Hang him out to dry. Lost in the sea,Broken and bloody dreams,Barely standing up,Someone hold him up. He’s falling.Someone keep him up. He fell.Someone pick him up. Too Young to die,Someone keep him alive. -Dee Clark…