a touch

I found the earth to be more Flat, than I anticipated. Then, as the trees with leaves Began to slide. I found not a place To hide. Herbs, that smelled as the earth should, Lingered for me. Bits of green Tried to grow, in the windows, stood So proud. I glued myself to the window, So I would always be able to view the tree. Standing so close, I could touch Shifting leaves, waiving limbs Curves and crooks and such. Red birds had a place to land, Call themselves home At end of day. A place for them to be. All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

pEtals

I hear your fears Echoing, as if in a canyon The pain does not seem to stop Resonating on every rock And the flowers believing their Beauty can help know The truth of doubts Lingering inside, where to hide Their blooms seem to say Come under my petal and I will Comfort and provide solace for you The pollen lends a trail to follow As if saying come to me And the stems say we are strong This is a place to linger and possibly Make a home The leaves will nourishment For a parched heart All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

reachinG

reaching for your hand To Know I may not Understand Language like a invisible string will not be lost yet I will hold On and not let go I am not a string Or a balloon I am not a wind To gust and leave nothing behind Fingers entwined A touch so soft I have to look to see Who is holding on Who is leading Who is there Am I alone I cannot see the river Nor hear the thunder And the sun has no heat There are No shadows Lingering in view Where and how Can I start To realize I cannot Make time mean more And emptiness mean less All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

the mustard seed

She stumbled trying to catch up with him
This lonely figure she loved so
And her memories seemed so far away
The good the bad
The others making her feel, something new
Because for long she had been so numb
Pain a friend she wanted to lose
And smile again at the stranger
Of happiness, someone she knew she
Had forgotten how to say “hello” to
The path had got so crazy
Negativity seemed a relative
That refused to stop knocking at the door
Of life
She saw the blue skies every day
And bathed in the sun every chance she could
But could not absorb what she knew was
A walk to ruins instead of hope
So one day she spelled faith and grabbed
A mustard seed and said she would apply that little
Small grain, a truth of hope, and a chance for life
Ills to subside and not hide
anymore

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violets

so, suddenly she remembered the sunflowers
and seeds of a lemon for an unplanted tree
blooms never to be
the paint seemed to fly on the canvas
portraying harmony and like the seed
was never meant to be
and a bouquet that was free
from weeds I gave
the only color was, yellow hue

so she walked in the woods
seeking a blue
a flower to represent
her
and a violet seemed
a treasure she strove
for
a token
for only one
to see

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pose

I saw the portrait in the form of
A frozen statue and felt a sense of kinship
A pose of a moment to haunt a lifetime
Never to be able to release
So they gazed at me with a human kind of eye
Not knowing why they sighed
Or gazed and uttered an “ah” in a special kind of haze
Not realizing a passion was in a form
Not prudent to say
So the shape unveiled portrayed a
Scene we never were allowed to play
Yet they stood and yearned to be a
Private pose of me

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wAit for mE

I look through the leaves to find the trees
Harboring the past as a refuge
A place I can hide
Knowing the tales to unfold

I take a limb and put on my food
And tablecloth a place to unfold
All of me
And feast by myself

The wind comes to visit
And ask about how I really feel
No need to pretend and smile
Just be the me I was always to know

My bites seem not to have fulfilled the need
And dessert is on the wait
Just saying step to see
The life you were to do
Not the one you are shaping around you

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a color

They saw a place that could be called
A home
Hidden among the trees
Not to far to fly for a day
To see others they cared to view
Just a place for you and me
Not too far from our favorite tree
A vision for who

By accident they found
A place to raise a family
To bond and grow
To have a place
To call home
Layers of life began to ensue

Flying by one day
As they happened on their way
It happened into view
A place for me and you
And potentially others too

One day
He happened to say
They were not a they
He was gone
And the tree fell silently in the forest of blue

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mirage

Look at the trees aligned in the waters edge
And they have no roots to hold on
Kind of listening to a song
The melody the words
Fleeting catching but gone
It makes me happy makes me feel
Emotions ready to explode
Catchy but noting on my pad
Carefully like a relationship
With a bad recipe
A big split is not so long away
I dance I prance and feel up and down
Music makes me go round and the dizziness
Starts overwhelmed by noise of someone
Reflecting on my life
How did they know
Where did they see
The emptiness in me
Like the water running free
No place for me to be


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sophia's song

Carefully she picks up the violin
And then the music starts
Harmony from a string begins
To flow
The highs and lows
Makes your head begin to live
envision thoughts
Like a hunger you had no idea
You had and now you begin
To fill as if there is a spot
To be claimed
And then the healing starts
Before you realize there
Had been this never ending pain
And the desert you had thought
You were walking through
And the thirst unquenched
You had no knowledge of
Was gone
All from the echoes of a
Violin song

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ever

Pick up the pieces
And look at the sunshine
And know the shadows are gone
For me and you
Take a walk and leave behind the
Trails of clouds
Just leave them behind
And as your fingers trail the water
Blue
Remember the color is just a reminder
Of how true I will be
And the love we seek
Comes in phases strong
And depleted
But through it all
I will be true to thee
Seek me out and you will
See the love
We have is a bond of steel
And although times are rough
I will be here to stay
Love is never just for
today

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the pencil

A spray of blossoms masquerading as snow
Filled the air
And a log, who long ago had fallen
Fashioned the peculiar shape of a
Crane
Embracing the waters waves

And while the music played
It Echoed The errant strands
Of cardinals Shattering tunes
Mesmerizing and altering

I picked up the pencil
As a gift
To draw a gift
Loving the
Person who
Gave the
Gift

Black lines soon ensued
Portraying a scene
Not littered
By emotion
Chosen by a spirit
Envisioning
What could
be

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not finished

what is tough?
It describes a circumstance
One would not want to go through
Inedible meat

Tough means callous
It means brutality
Take no prisoners
Being a bully
Selfish
Making decisions that usually
Hurt someone

Sometimes being the good guy
Is stepping back
But how far do you step back
Until there is no ground
For you to stand on

How can you love others
Yet, always want life
To reflect only you

I used to say “do not
Harden a heart”
That does not mean
Someone will not love you
It only means that
It makes it harder
To forgive and go on

When someone says I am strong
It is because they have developed
Character from what they have gone through
Compassion and Understanding
Are the rewards
Strength comes from endurance
From loving and being loved
For appreciation of life

If one has to fight too hard
For love and life choices
Even if it does happen
Bitterness like
A fallen bloom
negates the happiness

Remorse, sadness
They are like a
Small twister
Stirring
Memories

Sometimes it is just
To
late

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moments

I look into the tree hope to see
Branches growing
Instead buds of blooms
Have arrived today
Nestled among the leaves

A symphony of laughter
Arrives suddenly
Nothing contrived
Just the sound of emotions
Given a life for moments
Contentment resounding
Unexpected calm after the
Storm of life

Shared with all who
Have the courage to follow
The heart to proceed

Shared silence,
No scripted words
Hearts exposed
For all

Endings can be ok
Because each story
Has to be complete

The legacy
Build on good moments
Put them in the vault of
You
remember

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sPring

The spring has come, with a glorious
Entrance, shades of green popping everywhere
The winds blowing soft petals breaking from transient blooms
Tiny leaves beginning a new cycle
Shadows of trees slowing changing
Shape from an stark outline
Of branches
To a billowing bundle of life
Places for the birds to seek new homage
Squirrels to chatter and scramble
places of life, where seasonal continuation
begins To happen

We are the constant tree
And our life is a series of blooms
And weeps
strength and weakness
Mountains and valleys
Sheafs of memories
Are our leaves
Some feed and many fly away
never needed for survival
We will have spring
Whether there is new growth
Is a statement we
Need to ponder

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reflections

Slowly she takes her shadow
Of a smile,
And turns towards the sun
Knowingly

And the sound, of the fleeting strains
Of the saddest love song one could
Ever hear, makes her
Understand pain
Is
Universal

She hears the mocking voices
On the phone
Her smile saddens
Her head slumps with the
Weight of unsound knowledge
Applied to her life

He has no soul, so there
Is nothing to say

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triad

She held out her hand, after she had drawn the sun
where the blues outshown, the reds
And then her thoughts wandered to the
Basic Triad of relationships:
Respect
Love and
Lies
You can never love without respect
You need to love and respect to love
then there are the lies
In case one is missing for glue.

So, as the mud clings to my feet
Now, so heavy with the ills of
Life that I can hardly breath
And the backlog of emotion
Is spilling along the way.
others get the spray of my
Pain and their colors seem to vibrate
With the mix of reds and blues
And purple reigns
Nothing royal
No throne
No kingdom
Nothing

Listening garners respect
Talking requires a listener
humanity wants to be heard and be believed
Without being constantly questioned
Life should not, nor have to be a debate
Or as a requirement, to prove all that is said.
So, believe

Commitment is a requirement of love
Being there during life’s moments

one way, is divisive, lonely,
And depreciating to the desires of a loved one
Our lies are the paste:
We lie, we do not care
We can take it
We will make the other person better
By reflection or presence
We lie to ourselves, the greatest lie to all
About what value this life really has
Or the other persons life, realizing
Their value we imposed to make
Them seem more palatable,
And our life decision of choice, not so
Ridiculous.

as the mud clings to my feet
Now, so heavy with the ills of
Life that I can hardly breath
And the backlog of emotion
Is spilling along the way.
others inadvertently receive the spray from my
Pain and their colors seem to vibrate with the emotion
yielding
A mixture of reds and blues
And purple reigns
Nothing royal
No throne
No kingdom
No subjects
Nothing

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strawberries

I smell the lingering sweetness
Of ripening strawberries and it
Reminds me of a pain
That after a time becomes sour
And the bite no longer is inviting

Yet I hunger for them
The reminder of summer, cool nights
Starry skies to make wishes upon

I open the window hoping for
A loving breeze to embrace me
A feeling of relief from the
Heat of pain I can no longer hide
And I am tired of trying
To hide

The rain comes and leaves
Before I see the drops
Just the residue of moisture
Like lips waiting for the long
Awaited kiss

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the Ring

She TAKEs the circle so twisted on her finger
And it hurts to remove because
The skin of love has been removed
The blood from pain, lost opportunities
Expose the veins and all of the waiving trees look mockingly
The leaves seemingly scream With Regret
Loves strife with no guarantees.

All of a sudden, a fighters ring appears
the gloves have been removed
And armor hearts appear to hang from no where.
ropes appear to have the eyes of a child
Who hears the tirades you so arrogantly support,
With your unsound advice.
Slowly, the fighter, she falls.
No hand from you, to soften the impending blow
Just your jeers of how you have to be. Right.
The hearts keep swinging, trying to steal
The life.
But, are you as right, when you trample the
Dreams of others?
Destruction has been always with you.

giving advice, seems so noble to others.
Yet, the epitome of life says liar.
The clouds are lined with your
Untested opinions, challenging all
The beliefs, with a causticness that is
As thick as the slur of your tongue,
With no libation in sight to numb
The pain imposed by ignorant gnomes’.

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The turtle and others

See the turtle swim towards you
And her head is reaching for air
Slowly she turns, paddling towards the shore
Awaiting her, are eggs laid long ago in the sand

The rabbit runs swiftly from the fox
Blending in with the winter grass
Nestling against the tree bark
To avoid the natural smell of nature

The robin flies towards the nest
Built last spring
Torn to shreds by the winter winds
And squirrels
Knowing the start is a continuation
Of life
Ready to begin

I look at live and picture
The reflection of its meaning
In the mirror
Seeing reality, where others
Believe, because it is easier
To exist, to accept
Mediocrity
As the norm

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little things

Sky winds blow clouds away
The sun may shine again today
I linger for a while and deep inside I smile
I find comfort in the strangest things soft pillow
Clean sheets and books to read
A glass of ice, a small chocolate to nibble
A pillow to rest my head from weary thoughts
The trail of thoughts to cloud my mind
Stray occasionally out of line
I draw the pictures from a memory
Engaged
Yet no real image does it raise
I sigh slightly overwhelmed
Free falling seems so real

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limited vision

I glance up to see the line of light below
Knowing the shade will prevail
The birds are gone for the day
Their white breasts glowing from afar
Facing the sun absorbing the limited heat
I am drawn to the water rippling
Below the sun drenched limbs.
And yet, the areas denied the brightness
Are what make me looker higher.
As if I too, can be apart of the warmth

The fir is almost laying on its side
Totally immersed in shade
The limbs still move with the air
Hanging on to the dirt in an
Extreme effort to live

We have today
Why do we fail to recognize
The importance of holding on
Resisting the temptation of forcing
Others to be victim of a concentrated
Effort of being subdued.


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images

Through invisible eyes
Come invisible thoughts
The link of memories
Not happened
Only in dreams

So forgetting
What did not happen
Only seems to
Make it more real

I try to climb
Back into
The sleep
From which
I woke

This struggle
Like a twisted strand of hair
Seems to
Strangle
The momentary
Images.

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no clapping allowed

Words to be heard
Must have an audience.
Words for release
Only need paper.

So, say it to me.
Because, I said to
You it is good to be
Wanted.
Yet the response
Was silence.

What more can you
Say to someone?
Does not that
Cover all feelings?

Listen to the silence.
Look for the
Nonexistent
Return.
Reach
For the
Empty
Arms.


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a valentine

Some hearts are meant to be broken
As life goes
And some hearts can never heal
Like an errant crack
And like the ice on a lake
With spots of snow lingering
When does one know
The safety of walking

How red is the red
To represent the flow
Of love wandering
Through
A beating heart

Yet we all reach
Out, with the hope
Of a feeling that will
Make us feel

There is no right to love
No left to leave
No way to measure
The way we feel about the
Loss

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a moment not hidden

Looking through the screen
Like a small filter
Light comes in patches
Yet, the truth still shines through
The stream creates shadowy ripples
Wishing to cover the reality
Of what is real, although
The waters movement is deceiving
the olive-green starkness continues
To let, the story unfold.
While its silent movement plays the
Ultimate Part of confusion
Letting us think, there
Is an intended destination.
While closure has its hand
On the pulse of denial.

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Birth

I do not need the
Snow as a fence
Of privacy nor
Wooden stakes
To protect me
There is no gate
To hold me back
No moat holds a
Place for the water to lay
And shards of glass
Have no sharpness
To touch my
Winged feet
The clouds cannot
Stop my rise
Nor thunderstorms
Delay my travel
I am the one
Determining
My
fate

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a small change

I breath with the light
Streams flowing around me
I know we as mankind are
Destructive, selfish, blind.
We are so ignorant it is
Unimaginable and often
The messengers turn out to
Be people who actually believe
In something bigger than themselves.
But they are so small minded they cannot
Imagine what is not yet believe
In someone they cannot prove nor need to.
Why do they continue to destroy
This earth? Why do they not fight
For the children that already are?
Why do they chastise all but who
Think as they think?
I think, because they know there
Is an ending and they are content
To not fight for the future of mankind.
Just selfishly use our world as
Theirs, just not realizing they
As we will be given a verdict
For what we did not do or care
To protect.
Earth day is coming, no matter
Who you are, where you live,
Or what you believe
You are responsible
For the world as it unfolds.

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Peace to you

So I play some Christmas music
Even though the heart season
Is approaching fast
And it calms my soul
Rests my mind
And gives peace a chance

I wash away the dirt
In the windows
That blocks my point of view
Blinds me to the
Realities of day to day

Snow is waving below
Covering the world
Ever so slightly
Enough to say I am
Here

The branches have
Waived away
Their slight brush
As if to say
No frosting needed here

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Frustration

We are often told how our actions
can control others. We are often
advised we may not be able to
control others but most certainly
we can control ourselves.

Oxymoron: A rhetorical figure in which incongruous or contradictory terms are combined, as in a deafening silence and a mournful optimist. (from: Free Dictionary.com)

We listen to others.
We hear what they have said to others.
Yet, we often have no recourse.
To confront can be met with consequences
of more lies, arguments.
To allow, only means often the culprit
continues their path of destruction.
Usually, to cover their own paths
of inadequacies.

We try to realize the ridiculousness
until we live with the continuous
results of their actions.
When the words of others influence
your own life, and most to the time
the fools believe their own lies, Where
do you go from their?

I look at youthful pictures of myself
I look at current pictures and I wonder
who damaged me more.
People, I thought I could trust
or the ones there should have been no doubt.

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