the soul next door

cold snaps

my iron will

into narrow shards of glass

beveled by the fierce wind

the souls seeks more depth

more warmth

to put itself

back together again

so it can, amen,

render its owner whole

at peace

more substance than less

but never more than the soul

next door

adt

short hills, nj

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a new peace

a new peace

forged in common purpose

borne by an endowment

like no other

wound tightly by rope and

lights strung together in hope

a new peace shatters

a growing discontentment

that some seem to bear

even though, today and tomorrow,

we all breathe the same air

we all retain the same share

of life

one

no one better than the next

no home less beautiful

and no god less bountiful

in his or her love

this is a new peace

that i wish for all

adt

short hills, nj

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view into the crater

from Spring's temperate wind

to the visage of old man Winter

standing at the rim of deep void

in nary an hour

from heaven to hell

an ascent of all things

never a dull moment,

Mother Nature

never a sense of boredom

or a stage bereft of actors

but there is only forward motion

whether it be for good

or for bad

up the mountain we go

hoping only that the other side

brings a downhill slope

adt

short hills, nj

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time immortal?

a year of pictures

black, white

some in color

washed with anger

fear

'nointed in sunburst

some but not many

her smile dazzles each time

fleeting, here in my hand

something tells me life

is more than still frames

and the gross errors of our way

it is a beating heart

a train up a mighty hill

a snowdrift in june

the melodrama of new life

until the shutter closes one last time

and the flash dims

the faint smell of filament

leaves the room

and all is just as it was

when we began

opaque

adt

short hills, nj

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some call it love

lamplight dances

gingerly as the maiden

forms a statue

for all to see

johnny come lately's

dabbling in and out of

conscious lust

a lust which

evades them

a sense of yearn

that gives them new breath

that keeps them dodging

the shadows at home

more or less

this is the animal

turned human

and with each bill

his right to harmony

exists

still, then a flurry

a waltz of shame

for some

a dance for liberty

for others

love for all

adt

short hills, nj

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passing through

a cool morning

songs in monotone

colors not - orange, red, gold

the sun rises, the banks give way

oars hit the water, bold

placid becomes scorned

leverage remains fleeting

my vessel cuts through the water

no hint of solace, no restless beating

no forgiving wake

the oars rest, the earth sighs

i cup nature in my leathery hands

and i give my heart to the lake

adt

short hills, nj

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sleep with the soul

a soul in the bottom of a well

no light shone, no voice sank so low

only the cool stream of regret and anticipation settled

deep within its brick and mortar

deep below the waterline

a mind in the section of a wall

little light, little music to arouse it

only the falsetto of pageantry

and tremolo of courage

to gird it

the mind falls

deep into the well

where it sleeps with the soul

adt

short hills, nj

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