What is this thing that cries out within me?
Is it a spirit that hungers for freedom?
“Freedom from what?” my mind asks in cold, hard terms.
My life seems about things.
Things stack, things store away; a room full of things.
A bank account with growing numbers, but it seems,
it is all about the balances.
I look into the mirror because they say mirrors never lie.
What I see is not what I am.
I am like unto the spirit of youth locked in a dark, gray cell,
listening to the sound of time on the clock
growing more loudly each day.
I find myself dancing alone at times.
I love what the sound of music does to my body.
I go back to that mirror, with sweat dripping down my face.
I am still puzzled by the face that stares back at me.
There is a pleading look in my eyes.
They cry out, “See me, see me, I am not dead!”
A ghost I have become from growing older with time.
I move through my life seemingly untouched by the sounds
of laughter from my past, the smells of loving sweat,
the memory of gentle lips touching the back of my neck.
I feel like my body no longer remembers the joys of passion.
Yesterday, I sat in a room noticing many things.
They were little things, but important things, that let the gift of
beauty be shared by one such as me, hungry for their taste.
The gentle curve to a neck,
that seemed to never end.
The movement of material,
on a full soft breast,
as the breath of the beholder
played with the movement.
Eyes with color of the lightest blue,
with mystery whirling with their depths,
of thoughts yet unspoken or shared with anyone.
I heard that voice within me cry out, “See me, see me,
I am not dead, but alive! Hear my cry, feel my need, I am alive!”
I left the room without a word.
There was a slight smile on my face toward you,
as there was a similar smile on yours.
Silent thoughts unshared, upon our departure.
Two ships passing on a huge ocean,
with a wave of the hand toward each other
across desolate waves.
When will this voyage end?
What distant shores await each of us?
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I have walked through the waters of sorrow.
Tears, blocking the sun of day,
as I stumbled each step of the way.
My voice softened to a whisper of sound,
in calling my Lord.
I am weary from pushing these feet,
wanting to rest, but cannot.
Was the answer I seek finally before me?
It was only when I finally gave up on me,
and turned to thee, that the answer awaited me.
Only through sorrow and pain,
can we know what Jesus gave us through His death.
Death of the mind, death of desire, death of worldly want,
only then can we surrender to His will,
and give up our own,
do we find Him, in the midst of eternal love.
A garment of light to carry us forward,
so that we never will shed a tear again.
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It came a long time ago.
When fields stretched for miles,
and not a home was in sight.
They came with hope,
then there were those
that came with greed.
The greed became a monster
wedged in their hearts.
A monster wanting what
belonged to others.
It took land from its
neighbors for pennies
on the dollar because
they were too weak to fight back.
Places where the monster
had touched with hunger,
the town’s gold disappeared.
The monster got hold
of the hearts of
the bankers,
the newspaper reporters,
the city politicians,
and those with badges
that showed
the light of day
but not the darkness
of their hearts.
The monsters took the
town from me
and my family,
without a cry of warning
from the town square.
The town was finally
destroyed by the monsters of greed.
The dreams and hopes
of earlier times
were no more.
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The dream returned.
Angels returning in my dreams.
There was a sense of familiarity.
Intimate in nature, centered in comfort and peace.
I felt loved beyond time itself.
Never to feel lonely again.
Never to have fear again.
It seemed to be a connection,
between the two Angels.
A dark-headed Mother,
and a fair-headed daughter.
They both hugged me.
They stroked my face gently.
They both held me close to them.
It was with a great feeling of love,
that I felt when I awoke this morning.
Angels returning to me,
in the night,
to let me know,
that “Yes,”
am I truly loved.
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I seek not praise or adoration,
just the warmness of your touch.
A friendship that seeks not reward
nor return.
A connection of understanding
between these gulfs
that separate us as humans
from different times and places,
even though we have not lived the same.
Love that overcomes all barriers between us,
without fear,
without reprisal,
to continue into time without limit for us.
To finally find,
at some point ahead,
the binding of our souls,
that will never leave us,
alone again.
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The Old McKinney Square is gone.
The place of adventure and discovery,
that I found in 1970,
as a young man.
My background was of one born in New York City.
I had no trinkets or heirlooms from my past.
Old decaying Brownstones in Harlem had no such things,
especially from the poor family of an iron and steel worker.
I discovered the joy of collecting antiques,
on the Old McKinney Square in those days.
The collecting became a passion for me,
as I called each antique a precious find.
There was a magic in those crowded,
dusty shelves, packed with hidden mystery.
Each shop owner, and each dealer,
became first name friends,
with a smile and greeting,
as I searched,
a part of each day.
It was about 2001,
that my quests were no more,
for you see,
I ran out of space for those treasures.
Today in another May in 2010,
added to my life,
I decided to again,
visit my Old McKinney Square.
The warm friendly faces,
that I once knew,
where gone into the dusty trail of time.
The crowded shelves of discovery were no more.
The store fronts were new,
Their new chic names in Gold letters on them.
The antiques were new,
made to look old.
They lacked a certain warmth,
and history in their shiny new look.
My heart filled with sadness,
for I then realized,
I too would soon be gone,
as the Old McKinney Square is gone,
never remembered,
but forgotten,
as all my sweet memories,
of joys past,
will also be gone,
into the eternal sunset.
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