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In My Youth
I was a pretty street smart kid
that got around and knew everyone
how small my world was then in reality
my acquired knowledge was a mere chapter

how simply I was enticed by the greed of men
lured by design created centuries before
unknowingly snared in clad Calvins
peeled away with false promises
understanding only what I did grasp

In My Youth
rude awakenings were exciting adventures
sex was a game I played all too well and knew it
how naive my high esteem for lusts were
served to me disguised gifts from the heart

might I simply choose to remember the good
I'd forget the lessons sandblasted into my soul
forever bleeding from my burning flesh
reminding me where I've been where to go
and making me Margo

disguised gifts from the heart
camouflaged in murky mist
water flowing with despair
caught in gusts of midnight air
rolling slowly towards the sea
drowning....tumbling....falling deeply

there was a time when I was free
'twas then that I could see
long ago you kissed me
and then alone I came to be
finding compatibility
with me for company

disguised gifts from the heart
where love felt torn apart
simply brought me home to me
simply taught me how to be
for love is what set me free
releasing me to see finally.....

it's all love....really

caught in gusts of midnight air
boats tied but bumping
their rhythmic tap
a heart thumping
floats squeak on their hooks
in tune with lake lapping
persistant cicadas
continue their tapping
under moon's quiet
life abounds
silence amplifies
sweet night sounds

The lake blushes in your glow
shine forth mysterious friend
The majestic trees weep
in your mercy sweetness
basking in the warmth
kiss me like an endless song
whipping through the cattails
around fishing holes kept secret
in the noisy woods beyond
grasp me like you need me
and love me like you like it
for I starve for your feedings
only craving you

whipping through the cattails
crossing the log over the swamp
on my ephemeral island
far from the factory and armory
down the hill across the tracks
used but once a day
down to the fishing hole
that can't be reached by trail
kept secret from wardens and boaters
protected by erradic boulders
dropped by the last glacier
in a glen of hemlocks
with wood peckers pecking
and bull frogs croaking
dragonflies practicing their acrobatics
an occassional turtle or chipmunk
more rarely, a moose. deer or fox
look on curiously
i must admit, while
i've caught more fish elsewhere,
i rarely feel more peace

I rarely feel more peace
than with good company
cherished conversations
and unconditional
acceptance
quite captivating
are your words of truth
penetrating boundaries
uninhibited by friendship
loving more each day
the simplicity of it all
carving further
new paths in my heart
and the bonds
that unite
people

new paths in my heart
hear the blood pumping
life-force raging
thru newly formed canyons
pouring over
old rock formations
building power
years pushing it forward
picking up speed
it'll end with a bang.

thru newly formed canyons
communication attempts to flow
vessels of soft words
arteries of the reserved
clog with introspection
maybe
water smoothes
the soother in dilation
water smoothes
the builder in constriction
water smoothes
and slakes the rabid thirst

Water smoothes
And rises again
Across a November bow
Mist stings the cheek
Glistening in the lines
Icing a treacherous deck
As the stern lifts
One false step washes
Sorrowful men
Out to sea

^^^ You posted!!! Good morning my Knight of poetry~ it is always a pleasure...