We all Fall Down

Around we go again,
around this ancient dance with plague,
and though we have no rose
blotches to mark our perfect skin

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Safe Passage

he world is not enough for us of late;
the rough cold fate of living life to die
exchanged for the spending and getting of time,

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Hero

He’s nobody’s hero,
the man that wakes at dawn,
the bagger that packs bags
’till swole with groceries.

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Please Don’t Send Flowers

He passed away today—or was it days ago,I have not the strength to tell.Anymore, the rose’s petal’s saywhat my words could never:don’t send me more flowers—please don’t affix a card to the lilies,because I have relived his deathwith each wilting lilyand cried more often then a rose in molt.

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I Will Not Let My Death

I will not let my death bore my friends.
Our lives can do enough of that,

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Her Autumn – Poem

When among the trees will autumn come?
What multitude of words will I have lost
among the soft-dying of sweet summer poppies

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The Reaper

Born backwards, blue, and dead
I beat the dreaded embalmer
and returned to this life again,

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I Was Sad to See You Go

Life is so short,
death is so long,
and happiness
is in between.

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It Was An Honor To Know Him

To think a mans fate is decided
not by the battle won or lost
but by the heart alone, is more
than one can bare. Atone we will

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You Can Do This – Part 2

But that was then and this is now.
Today, even the gods of Rapa Nui

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You Can Do This — A Prayer

To think a mans fate is decided
not by the battle won or lost
but by the heart alone is more

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Beeping Machines

My flesh stripped from the bones,
the body miraculous
stands but as a series of groans
and gears in breach of trust;

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