The Windmills Continue to Turn

Very few of us know what it means to give up our lives for our souls

To give up the unconceivable, for what might become

Our hearts are broken instruments, violins without strings

Yet we turn our eyes to the conductor and the windmills continue to turn

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Grasshopper Rock

Bury my Heart at Grasshopper Rock

home of my innocence and mystery

Bury my Heart at Grasshopper Rock

where my journey began and my soul shall end

Bury my Heart at Grasshopper Rock

before the death of my mother

my brother, my father, my brother, my sister

Bury my Heart at Grasshopper Rock

where my heart shall burn

Bury my Heart at Grasshopper Rock

where my last love shall mourn

Bury my Heart at Grasshopper Rock

where my love of wonder was born

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Out Beyond Old Age, Beyond Regret

Out beyond old age, Beyond regret

lies a field of green, scented with chamomile

Childhoods’ laughter and childhoods’ dreams

fertilize the ground, with their sacred innocence

These cow pastures, like a battlefield haunted

represent what once was, in the days of dreams

When childhood was young

and life begun

Under the ocean blue skies at Grasshopper Rock

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Gratitude A Love Poem

There is no love greater than, the love that demands you be your best.

There is no love more irritating than, the love that demands you be your best.

There is no love more genuine than, the love that sets you on this quest.

There is no love greater than, the love that demands you this request.

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My Mother’s Fur Coat

After waiting a month

for the doctors to tell me

whether I would live or die

I came knocking at your door.

It opened…

I expected fireworks, music

perhaps…

even a chance to be your lover.

What I did not expect…

was to find my mother’s fur coat

that I… buried my face into

when my heart was rend

so many… years ago.

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No Pasaran!

Many fight, against old age

I have begun to rot

Like an old tree covered with fungus

My arms and hands are covered with liver spots

Many exercise for one day more

What is the point?

My skin is thin, I bruise and bleed easily

My mind dulls

My heart aches

I fight on against death

I memorialize those who came before

I march on, into oblivion

Viva La quinta Brigada!

No pasaran!

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