my life
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what in life amounts to enough when the flesh craves more and tries to strangle spiritual sensibility and coax breath from a well intentioned heart? how do I know when it is time to fully engross all aspects of my life into the eternal atmosphere Who waits and watches? let me turn to rising mist and… Read more
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The canvas awaiting the artist’s brush Which seems to tarry without a rush What anguish waiting to be born A bland field of white so forlorn It is clouds that veil the sullen heart The early morning darkness not far apart I wonder why there is empty reign Not hurt, not sad, just apathy’s pain… Read more
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Return ecstatic heart Why did you go? Bring love to my voice and Beauty sought from my open eyes. Cold blue rhapsody turned Warm and wanting. Uncertain waves on Fine grains cause Ripples and ridges Carved into my blank expression… Come to me apathy – So I may see my enemy! To look straight in… Read more
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I dreamed about a December morn When life was drawn and cold forlorn Doubting pleasure’s full embrace Somber slumber more selfish pace. Ice and frost did slow my gait Longer evenings embodied fate The sun slipped so fast away Over horizon for another’s day. The sorrow watching meted moments I totter now upon deciding fence.… Read more
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dark and frail gray hanging on to a bit of white lest a black demise. overcast skies absorbing what sunlight it can waiting for night and equanimity of hue. pinpoint light hidden well within my soul shrouded in clouds screams to be heard playing with the thought that even a firefly can be a lantern… Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 