On White Privilege

I was pissed today,

they didn’t get it,

instead, they threw it away,

opportunity,

look around the room,

everyone has a set of eyes,

focus on the corneas, nothing else,

notice the tear ducts,

they exist,

Everything else is added baggage,

meant to confuse and display,

every wonder why?

The eyes?

I stood outside in the rain,

a natural cleanse,

when I opened my windows later in the day,

I could see clearly again, another setting sun.

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While Eyes Remain

Shapes and sizes, designs

alter the world around us

give us all indicative signs

decaying lives incredulous

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While eyes remain the key

Sheltered in shadows we see

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A cosmetic journey it becomes

wardrobed fashion and trend

we all know how love succumbs

pretty lives in highlights defend

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While eyes remain the key

Sheltered in shadows we see

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Kiss the sunlight in olive

tones while our summertime

blues come crashing, we live

inside a day, perpetual climb.

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While eyes remain the key

Sheltered in shadows we see

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Lines begin to travel an unwind

across our bodies we see age

in all of its glory there to remind

us today is now our surreal sage.

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While eyes remain the key

Sheltered in shadows we see

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I walked alone inside a crowd

of onlooker seeking resolve

with how to still inspire proud

recollection of life’s absolve.

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While eyes remain the key

Sheltered in shadows we see

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Standing close you held hand

so while the sunlight blind me

I could once glance in the sand

in same young eyes, I could see.

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Sheltered sweet soul we release

While eyes in love we find peace

Barring Silence

Much like I was frozen in time,

they stood around me in droves,

laughter and looks,

the latest moments in their lives,

my heart rate pounding, I only remain still,

waiting for a moment, yet having no idea why,

-thoughtful disassociation-

further inside the depth of my fear,

a comfort zone began to evolve,

in my own skin, breathing fire,

the voice internalized anxiety,

I need something, somehow, a distraction,

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When it happens,

there really is little explanation,

a noticeable shift in the societal climate,

eyes dancing elsewhere,

I grab my book, and toss out of the joint without looking back.

(inspired by a writer’s own passage on public anxiety)

Stranger’s Friends

Raymond Brossard

Raymond Brossard

We waltz throughout natural rendezvous

Untethered energy allays patterned view.

Look me in the eye, do you reconcile,

We might share humanity, peace, awhile.

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Walk past the shelter, encounter, a chance

candid when shared, a friendly glance

might in immediacy become a threat

little regard for sordid reality’s vet.

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Common ground when once ago passion fall,

idle hands will reach, quiet, soothe the pall

of strange reckoning, a mindset ideal

to knowing, to loving, a timestamp seal.

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For when we do imagine calm release,

Perhaps we encounter another’s peace.

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Painting – Raymond Brossard

I Wonder About Time

I mean in years your eyes haven’t changed

oh there’s the brow, the lines of endearment,

but the vision, the deep soul of passion,

that’s what I want to continue to see,

I could go forever without being near you,

yet suddenly in the dash of a moment,

your eyes,

their spiritual ambience, their need to remain real,

their pockets that hold your tears,

why I can’t imagine any reality of the human condition

to be more beautiful,

a quiet innocence that continues to grow

will always provide some vision of delight

when you smile.

County Fairs and Conversations

Everyone there,

all of the local talent

stepping toward, around, nearby

each other,

even her while he noticed,

and they wondered about him,

each one wanting to know the other,

yet all of them imagining each other,

all together,

standing on bales of hay,

with hellos, sharp tongue,

until later in the night,

began their quiet withdrawal.

Yet no one is walking away,

everyone remains,

just the state of mind,

that disposition that began the day,

earlier notions that created a shell,

slowly began to make its way,

to another region of the park,

as the rides began to slow,

the crowds would disperse,

and finally the lights

on the ring to heaven,

slowly blinked to midnight.

There was that withdrawal,

if we could have just capped

everyone’s state of mind,

just for that instance,

when everyone smiled,

if then,

what might

today be like,

again.

Morning Glory

11 Mexican Wolf

The rains were cleansing anew forest green

Birds melodic feed on spring magic grain

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We realize here today we are visitors

In world around their natural dense lairs

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We might build and structure lives around them

We always know animals eye a gem

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Stay far away amidst humanity

Instincts speak aloud, no frivolity.

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We are but simple folk to imagine

We might belong as ours this land lived in

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Sounds of forest scrapes in trail with bird calls

Above the range we hear nightly hoot owls

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In nature’s world exists in every breath

A spoken rule to be on task or death

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Might step in, a bird of prey, or snarl

Deep within the wood we hear the growl

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I have human instinct to seek early shelter

Let the lands around me quiet enter

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We will trust those colleague with minds nearby

While in the wood lessons, important simple cry