that …. something……

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very finicky

coming and going at will

a loud wake up call

slamming a door in one’s face

i speak of…INSPIRATION

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can it be…tuggy time?

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I have been a bit high and dry in the inspiration department – this little tanka came to me while driving…yes, to work!

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the duelists

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while standing on the front lines

looking over the fields ahead,

i see battle after battle

and

rivers flowing with the color of red.

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some battles are nothing special –

just ordinary from beginning to end

while some are of epic proportions

and

without any knowledge of what lies ahead.

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if i take a much closer look,

i see each battle as a duel between two souls…

two souls belonging to the same adversary…

two diametrical halves creating a whole.

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this being is a worthy opponent,

an opponent i know all too well –

she can anticipate my every movement

and

easily lead me through the gates of hell.

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the two halves of her make the whole of me

and

it is she

i resist everyday –

so many battles devoid of triumph…

doing my best to avoid the brunt of each fray. 

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i am by no means a tactician

but

i have learned a thing or two…

through years of dueling against my opponent

and

walking daily in ‘her’ shoes

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if i can manage to grab hold of the high ground

&

maintain a level head in which to fight,

i can stand high above my weaknesses

&

allow my courage

and

determination to take flight.

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not another duel with the camera…

frigid

“

so brutally cold

the wanderers keep looking

no warmth to be found

death waits with a steady hand

compassion opens its door

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*please watch over and protect those who cannot protect themselves*

Terra Mater

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power in her voice

a mighty strength in her touch

determined vixen

her charms render men useless

to be feared and respected

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She is Mother Nature.

storms moving in 9:30am – 11/17/13
Lincolnshire, IL

Lincolnshire, IL
before storm number one
11/17/13

bits of bits

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bit

by

bit

i

fall

apart

until

there

is

nothing

left

but

little

bit

by

little

bit

life

returns.

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smoke screens

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going through motions

behind thick walls of dark smoke

the world needn’t know

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forgiveness

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exists deep inside

·

broken and confused from hurt

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forgiveness does breathe

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driving west – going home

words

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my words sometimes sting.

my words sometimes bite.

there is really no excuse

or

justification as to why.

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i certainly do know better;

how to be courteous and kind

but

there are times when the stinger pokes out –

as if it ‘needs’ to speak its mind.

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this nasty little weapon

that lives inside of me –

is neither a friend or a foe.

‘they’ simply co-exist

to play

quite foolishly.

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my heart loves and forgives

yet still struggles deep inside.

– in conclusion – 

i am someone who should shut up

and

essentially hide.

…

…

foolish & stupid

 

the bigger the heart

the more it can feel.

the stronger the heart

the stronger the pain.

 

the bigger the heart

the more emotion it can hold.

the stronger the heart

the stronger the hurt.

 

the bigger the heart

the greater the light.

the stronger the heart

the deeper the darkness.

 

the bigger the heart

the further it will fall.

the stronger the heart

the higher it will rise.

 

the bigger the heart

the greater the understanding.

the stronger the heart

the stronger the will.

 

the bigger the heart

the greater the passion.

the stronger the heart

the greater the fury.

 

the bigger the heart

the more it can forgive.

the stronger the heart

the stronger the love.

 

the bigger the heart –

the more

blind,

deaf,

foolish,

&

stupid

 

but

the stronger the heart –

the more endurance it has

to hold on

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forever.