Like a thief in the night,
She stole my gun and my life.
Made off with the bag I stole –
Left alone in the motel –
The Spirit parked outside the front door
My vault sitting empty and busted.
written – 2/22/2023
Tag: life
An old Lake
Sparkles in the sun, a shimmer
Ripples in the lake’s current.
Three individual geese alight
Alone toward their separate destinations
Silent reflections gliding underneath
Their path determined by chance
For some consider life a game.
But Nature never deals favorites
Or at least she wants you to think.
written – 4/27/2023
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A Lie Beautiful?
Eyes of smoke and stars,
The Magician stands atop the world
Casually cruel, only time will tell
If it’s to be kind or no?
Dazzling the world with a show,
The Assistant trapped in a box
Waiting for the chop, chop, chop.
A trick to please the audience,
But the Magician underestimates,
Miscalculates the audience’s intelligence.
The mistake of one so disconnected
From the truth of reality so
Long have they stood upon the stage
Together and forgotten what it’s like
To sit and watch from the cheap seats.
written – 2/07/2023
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Notches
Jasmine wafts in through
The open windows
A cardinal sits in a tree
The open page on my desk
Cries out again and again
To be filled
Rain starts to fall
Stifles the bird’s song
Trapped, caught in her mouth
Spring is yet to come
written – 2/14/2023
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Aerial Assault
I can feel the beat pounding
The waves lapping against the shore
Aerial assaults dive bombing
My fortress remains standing
A little battered and bruised but
The foundation remains intact
No ships were sunk in the fray.
written – 1/11/2023
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Winter’s Night
You come and go as you please
Lying beside me in the earth
Bright the light of ours shines
Weary you are to be
Dazzling kaleidoscopes
Meant to distract away
Bright and quiet the noise you make
I see you clear in Mid-Summer’s Day
From within, you are illuminated
but try so hard to hide your light
Lies and truths intermingled
Oh so cold is winter’s night.
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Dirty
Have you ever noticed laundry mats are
Always so dirty
A thing made for cleaning – broken.
George Lincoln Rockwell died at a laundry mat
American Nazi
Killed by his own follower.
written – 10/12/2018
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Purpose
I can feel it sitting there
In the deep, dark pit of me
My story…or maybe stories
Trying to claw themselves free.
I push them down and down
And still they struggle to get out
Free from the darkness
That has trapped them so long
They fight up and out
Into the light for the first time
A few wobbly steps later
They stand tall, breathe, and live.
akervand 