Higher Standards


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Because I remember that one setting sun’s warm embrace
The lustful kiss of a mountain wind that chapped my face
The torrid heat of a desert that sucked me dry
And that monsoon burst from a vengeful sky
The call of a hawk that climaxed a canyon’s silence
The crash of a salty wave that married peace with violence

I could no longer settle for some mundane lover’s lie
My standards were now far too high

Gaia’s Masterpiece


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She was the greatest sculptor, the most talented painter, though she had not hands.

She cavorted with her allies Time and Wind and Water as she perfected her ever-changing canvas.

Every stroke, every chisel nothing more than a magnificent work in progress.

And her masterpiece was called Love.

Naked Tree


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The silhouette of a naked tree

I watch him voyeuristically

In the stillness of a windless night

Boldly drinking full moon’s light

His branches like fingers

In darkness, love lingers

A solemn stretch he makes

My breath away he takes

Consciously Dreaming


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Gritty yet grateful, a soul awakens

“Today is the day,” this lucid life whispers

“To open your eyes, though with squinting lids”

And this heart, overwhelmed by such blinding light

Growls and then screams in tumult

And yesterdays fade

And tomorrows whisper

But I’m here now

With wide eyes

Consciously dreaming

More Than Enough


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And she tried to remind herself that she was enough

But realized she was everything – the spirit of the trees and the seas and the mountains and the breeze

Her freckles mimicked grains of sand on the great Sahara

That unruly hair the fur of every wild beast on the planet

Her heartbeat was the very pulse of time itself

And her smile carved a Grand Canyon on her face

In that moment

The glimmer in her eyes

Could only be matched by the twinkle of every star in the cosmos

And that was indeed

More than enough for her

The Darkness Inside


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The darkness dwells deep inside of me and I mean not to purge it

But to understand its chaotic murmurs

Those devious whispers in my ear

I mean to strip it bare and forge its passion

Into something much more pure

To wield as a weapon

When the weakness calls

Blow the embers ablaze

Until the fire in my eyes burns relentlessly

The Moon is My Muse


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When you dream awake, they call it a daydream

But I don’t dream of the day

I am seduced by the night

The moon is my muse and I long for another kiss

And I write in the light of his full face tonight

He pulls me in as if I were his only lover

And it is surely a lie

But he is all mine in my mind

And so together we write