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I woke up at the mouth of a shallow river under a spiraling wave of stars
what brought me there was as evident to me as exploring the space of existential questions
the air was dense and heavy
yet full
almost hyperbaric

Water never seemed so blue in the dead of night
golden reflections lingering on celestial bodies passing

Rambling ahead
I noticed my feet were washed
my clothes new
conscience clear
mind renewed

Beyond a hedge of wall and brush
a spire stood pointing toward the open ceiling of shimmering sky
bulwarked
steady in amber light

One body watching in ethereal play
vaulting between floor and canopy
one body praying for my soul
in the middle
clasped in the right hand of God

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Carving through a clamorous barrel
running lines in balmy sunshine apparel
the sound of the sound guides the surf under my feet
another day of riding waves happily complete
there’s nothing like the call of the foamy blue
the deck of a longboard to sweep me from sand to sea

Just as water’s flow brings rolling action
so too does the stream of a warm shower prepare me for home
Where saltwater draws the horizon towards my heart
fresh water breeds a sanctuary of flowers and wood
my breasts overflow with the call of the foamy blue and the blooming of red petals

I tilt my head towards the sky
running my hands through rinsed hair
wondering if someday I may ride a wave and find blue sky on the other side

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Woman vs Waterfall
White water vs Sable Skin
in a vaulting cavern of mossy green pinned to the side
a photography match to remember through this lens is eyed

Cap over the brow
braids tucked behind the back
a snugly fit two piece and an ankle bracelet
is all the contrast this towering beauty needs to capture on the shutter attack

A camera in hand as she makes her way down
her first enticing pose
sitting pretty amidst rocks in front of a waterfall sound
one leg nestled up to her chest
creating the illusion of a disappearing V
her long hair let down along with her arms and other leg
showing that nature’s sculpting
is as smooth in tone as the muscles honed at home

A final profile from the side
one at leisure but with muscles curled in
blending in with the rocks of the waterfall basin
sable reflection in ripples still
as the camera pulls away
perhaps a fusion of the outdoors with athletic excellence is in view

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Nahdeizazdi
Are you watching now?
Though man may wander less in these lands
the heart finds no answer in man’s distractions.

There are lessons in old things
old ways
as there are in observations of some new things too
but it seems we struggle now to be quiet

We have shored up our knowledge to shield ourselves from what we can know from God’s earth
have we traded the balance of looking out for looking in to swell our own girth?

I hope for a sunrise Nahdeizazdi.
I may not have your ancestry
but when I am in Heaven I hope to see some of what this land I call my home was like through your eyes.

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We know the world cannot pause
but maybe it can
If God exists outside time
then time can feel slow for a woman and man
like a wind of Eden has swept into a hotel room 4 stories high
in a European village with nature nearby

As my husband holds me in a little dress I’ve held onto for just such a day
he is donned for the occasion too
just me and him and our little view

Lifting my leg so he can look me in the eye
all while leaning me down as my hair drapes back
his unbuttoned shirt and frizzy hair
seem to flow with his gaze as he says “Hello”

Trusting his arms and his hands
I allow myself to fall into his arms
and my leg to rise
he guides me in dance of confidence told from husband to bride

Grinning at a morning perfect
slow
still
he beckons me to the table on the balcony with a breakfast of pastries and fruit accompanied by a heart-filled box of chocolates and flowers
“A sweet suite for my sweet,” he says.

We sit down across from each other and look into each other’s eyes until time seems to start again.

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Growing together
through the seasons
through the years
what began as a way to feed others
began to feed each other

A greenhouse
how many people make a life out of that?
But we did
and we’ve seen so many others make it part of theirs

Our strength when we started was risk
we had nothing to lose
everything to gain
ironically
it remains much the same

Certainly as we age
various pressures
finances
they all change

But what remains true
is that everything we’ve gained has been together
whatever the road has ahead for us
we’ll take these blessings with us too

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In this cobalt city
awash in phantom blue
there is only one detective that towers above them all
there is only one
staying up into the wee hours when all others are at rest.

It’s in a dark room where images become clear
the silence where whispers grow audible
and I stop getting calls from that infernal constable!

I swear
well no, I don’t, but you get what I mean.
Have you ever had a pesky parent or significant other or obnoxious client enter your office over and over again in the span of 10 or 15 minutes only to break your train of thought so much it takes another 30 to settle in only for them to barge in again and then you can’t go back to what you were trying to do for a few hours, all because you can’t keep having to fall back to make your way to where you were? Police. You love ‘em. You hate ‘em. Human behavior is analog. You can’t neatly pack it up until all its pieces are spread out like a messy collage inching closer and closer into a cohesive picture of criminal buffoonery.

Tonight
I’m on the hunt
the caps have only got a hunch
but I’ve got my magnifying eye on some developing clues
and under the light of this blazing full moon
those hoodlums won’t know what hit ‘em but a silhouette in a fedora in high heels and a badge

Oh, the officer of the peace gets to shine the light of a cool night of justice in the whites of their eyes
and click cuffs as they are shuffled to the back of the car that will take them from operating in darkness to suffering in it.

However
with each illicit mug that is rolled away
awash in the light of the blue moon
Lady Phantom looms

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With a spirited tug as the sun began to take its rest
two beachbound girlfriends knew their day of fun in the sun must unfortunately close

It seemed like ages since they were last able to joyously laugh and play with sand between their toes
though just a few summers had passed
in a couple of young lives time orchestrates change in so many ways

But with them both came sighs of great relief inside
childhood sun still glowed in their hearts
because a tradition of little rascals was as beloved as ever

“Piggyback rides forever?” one asked.
“Same as always,” the other said, “Even if you’re taller than last time.”

Smiles bloomed between them with newfound generosity as they walked away from the ocean
gleefully waving at a shoreline that had brought memories countless and carefree
their hearts rested in the assurance that as they entered the unknown chapters of adulthood marking the rest of their lives
they were prepared for more than just fun
they were ready to be there when needed through each step and surprise

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When I was a child
I dreamed of childish things
web slingers
baseball pitchers
puck sliders on ice
every dream enthralled me
I knew I could be each if only I tried and believed

But as I became a man and saw these dreams become a shadow of what could have been
I gave up the reasoning of a child and traded it for a man’s

Dreams coalesced into circumstances
blessings
skills
gifts
and what others could pour into me

The vision of a being a leader of sport
a hero for all
while it didn’t bear itself out through the lens of a little boy
not getting to be atop any one game
I experienced mere sanctification
the God-given privilege to be master of my myself and my own domain

Putting my strengths and dexterity to use
I dreamed for my children
and became their leader for a time

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Sweeping across the mountains of her chest
tracing rain with her fingers across the melting caps
my wife’s heart beats for me
as heat transforms winter to tropical rains
flushing the snow from her chest
revealing flaming red ginger torches

Inlets flow from head to toe
while she uses her fingers to quiet quivering lips
smiles overcome as her loving preparation
showers with love’s attestation

This is not a moment of one
we have built this in dedication
devotion
time
she is my wife
my youth
a graceful doe
our life is one
our love is so

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Stranded in the fog of space
I somehow ended up on a planet with grass that seemed to stretch onward

The atmosphere played visions
filling my sight with memories of home and light

In time
all I kept on of my astronaut gear was my helmet to filter the foreign air
but even that too came off
in time

I picked flowers I found amidst the never-ending grass
holding them against my chest
each one a time capsule of my life before

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After some unknown passing
I decided to walk farther
and farther still
eventually coming across turf that was trodden and pressed
I followed it without much hesitation

Little did I know I was headed east
the sun greeted me there as the fog lifted
I began to cry
all the flowers from my chest swept up in a breeze while light revealed my home

Stranded in the fog of space
I had been brought back
somehow
from the extremities
my memories could live another day

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Green daisies in the wood
a carpet of flowers draped in a field of earth
one stands at the gate to the ethereal timberland

A blossom young and strong
figure toned and full as spring’s song
between the clearing and the path to beyond
a crown of glimmer gold and polished stone
adorns the face of the one that grants entrance to cryptic brush

The depth of red lips and blue eyes
have seen and speak much of the perils ahead
marking in your memory
a place to return
a green daisy
the clearing
a safe stead

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A mother in blue satin
a ring on her right hand
cupping her pregnant belly with her left

Husband and child deep in her eyes
as her breasts have increased with her heart in size

There is a lot to prepare
just as her blush lips and curled lengths of hair
she knows that her husband will be there

Just as beautiful as the time they met
she brings her leg ahead of the flowing satin sea
testifying of the strength and emotion that has settled them in
waiting for the day there’s 3 of their kin

Letting her dress slip further away
her abdomen with a life inside parts way from its silky shield

With a glance of her eyes
a tease of her hair
only the breathe that makes her breasts heave are left gasping for air

It only took one night to take one step towards destiny
giving to each other in allegiance and affection
from intense pleasantries
now two will become three presently

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Her hair stands like wire suspensions
extensions of the mechanical ear feeding aural information to her brain
A pretty face
somber in its default state
seems like the only expression worthy of the embrace of copper

A prototype with an exoskeleton of greased gears
oiled joints
solid bones made of weathering steel
showing signs of natural aging through a patina process

Keeping time of functions behind layers of artificial skin
blending in is only a matter of calculation
Where there is a will there may be a way
Is advancement sometimes a sign of human decay?

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Ahead of rolling rock of grassy green and soft rough sand
from misty clouds to humpback clearings
her toes sink into the reddish brown moss caressing stone

Covered in decadent white flowers
translucent ebony
shin to chest below a bronze sky and the haze of where a halter once hung

The features of her face hidden by straw
playing with her hair
asking me to take her all in
for both of us to enjoy the glory of our joyful meekness in the still air whispering in revolving rounds.

This journey of this wondrous woman, me, the mountains
as far as the eye can see
has let us get away to be closer in boundless devotion, joy, and pleasure alike

Swinging her gaze into the impenetrable heavens above
I’m glad that as the flowers fall down her back
hair flowing in the wind
that God saw fit to give us each other in our small piece of time

We can climb each great peak and walk each easy valley
with our eyes ahead and our hands and hearts bound

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Inside a bright cavern
dawn seems to extend into infinite reflections
Deep roots have taken hold in this hollow underground
an estimable garden with such greenery that butterflies have made their home within

This is the escape I enjoy
trickling water, bustling birdsong, flittering wings
here I feel like royalty in a dress and long hair adorned in a crown of leaves
Such nature may not give me counsel, but it does bring me rest
seeing the flocking of butterflies to me like a mother’s nest

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A child is coming into our small article of this world
the document has been written
the signature signed
jointly by the stroke of myself and this wonderful wife of mine

A woman beyond measure
none can compare
reverent and good
she is as excited as I am about building a home in life’s wood

Clearing away the chaff, stone, and trees
the core of this pillar protected by us, friends, and family

Feeling her belly
taking in her eyes
kissing her lips
I can feel the confidence in her words, breath, and hips

I will love this woman until the day I die and beyond
treating each member of this beautiful family with deliberate care
letting them know there is nothing on this blessed earth to which I am further fond

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As hot air balloons travel upwards
expanding ever further into Heaven
softly escaping tall grass into misty sky
creating a patchwork wall of colorful mass

Seizing the opportunity to jump the torch
three friends with impressive hops
spring closer to the sun
excited to take on this morning’s flying run

Rising higher and higher into the great beyond
who new such great leaps could be made with heat and taut fabric
and a sense for silly adventure and zany fun

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Hanging in the balance on the bark by the bay
is there truly a surrender more complete
than my man having conditioned himself to meet me
on this branch where I take a seat?

He’s come to me and prepared every hold to the peak
I’ve fixed myself
waiting anxiously
in all my nature I am as strong for him as he makes me weak

He is the trunk
I am the blossoms and leaves
no matter how old the wood gets
our roots stretch deep into the ground as we weave into each other
bearing fruit that we never knew could spring from our seed

Nothing makes us closer than hanging in the air
embracing the future
looking into each other’s eyes as we make our own season where there was none

His breath is the water
I am the sun

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Swords, dragons, princesses, kings, queens, and knights
dresses, tights, crowns and royal beds
I’m the hero of it all!
Daddy you are the bad guy
you have to lose!

But I thought I was the knight in your kingdom!
“Nooooooo! We have to fight.
Otherwise the prince can’t save me.”
Aren’t you the hero?
“Yes.”
Well how about we have our fight here
then we run outside to slay the dragon
we can work together!

Alright. As a knight I must defend the princess and teach her how to slay the dragon should anything befall and besiege her kingdom. Swish, slash, mighty dagger!
Are you ready to match fire with steel?
“Yes daddy!”
Let’s be off then! For the kingdom! For the princess!

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