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Where Words, Like Daggers, Dull

When my eyes lose focus
Lucid clarity is found
I view far off lands
Both triumphs and atrocities, and the why in each
Spying on lives, through every eye in the world
Other than mine

When my mouth falls silent
It forms speech elsewhere
In languages unknown, trading wisdom
With old Buddhists who have tired eyes
And dancing souls
I kiss everyone in the world
But not you

When my ears cant hear you
They are occupied by music
Audio memories from anothers youth
Tease my brain
African drum beats bounce off open sky
I hear voices streaming from every throat in the world
But not yours

When my body perfects stillness
It feels not this ache
It is off dancing with the gypsies
Spinning around a bonfire
It soars above cornfields
And conquers mountains
My arms embrace the entire world
All but me

-anonymous

A Day at the Beach

R e d , r o c k s , d r o w n i n g i n c o o l , d a m p g r a i n s ,

R e f l e c t e d t h e f a t e o f o u r d a y g l o w s t a r .

T h e l a s t j u m p f r o m t h e c l i f f a l w a y s w a s t h e b e s t &

H i g h e r a n d d e e p e r i n t o t h e t u r q u o i s e b l i s s ,

T h a t w e n t o n a n d o n u n t i l y o u b r o k e t h e s u r f a c e ,

C a t c h i n g b r e a t h s t h r o u g h a w a l l o f l a u g h t e r w h o o p s a n d s a l t y e y e s ,

T h a t b l u r r e d t h e s i l h o u e t t e s b o b b i n g o n t h e i r b o a r d s ,

W a i t i n g f o r t h e l a s t b i g w a v e t o t a k e t h e m t o t h e i r towel s

A n d b e e r s c o o l e d b y t h r e e s e a s .

G o o d f r i e n d s a r o u n d a g o o d f i r e r e f l e c t e d o n t h e d a y ,

W h i l e O r i o n s t ood w a t c h o v e r h e a d ,

W i s h i n g h e c o u l d d i s g a r d h i s s h i n i n g b e l t ,

F r o m a r o u n d h i s v a c u o u s g u t & s i t a n d h a v e a b e e r ,

A p e r f e c t m o m e n t & e v e n t h e s t a r s w e r e j e a l o u s

-Debbie