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Jan 27, 2014

All Year

and till the end of time

Celebrate the arriving Christ in everyone!

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I blamed 
   the moon
 and now he 
     won't talk to me
 won't look at me
  stands aside
    and ignores me
 doesn't even light up the room
     like he used to be
   the clock of love
     in my sky
  the sound of the Springtime arising
    come forward, 
      ascend
 oh you amphibian dreamers
    of the mist and mire, muck
    and forest swamp
    where higher boots are needed.

  At midnight
     the moon leaves me,
    looses me in the forest
  way down inside a hardwood bog.
    The cold snow storm towers over the world
    and shutters off the moon.
 But Mr. Moon just left me
 to my stupidity of
    retrospection
 as if meditation
  is needing danger, loss,
    cold, frozen
  a body
     pulled from a bog
  1400 years later.
  Twas not the moon
    that betrayed the man.
      Forensics showed it.

Turning back toward the hill
     and the path back to my neighborhood
  I leave these deep-woods
   feeling the faith of
  friendship
     and knowing not
 to accuse people
  falsely as hard as that is.
  And even though I'd been
    a bastard,
 slandered him all day, when he 
                       wasn't around to 
                          defend himself,
 that night
  dear Moon remained faithful.
  He would break through the storm
    and light up the snow squalls with 
   midnight speckling
  rainbows glisten,
    ice melted off my eyebrows,
    moonlight 
 refracting through
 the drops that
     mist upon my nose,
  glisten,
        cold,
     but not abandoned!
 oh Moon you show me
    how to escape the ice
   and to be the faithful
  friend always
 and too forgive, oh
 moon you lead me home. 🌛

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    Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

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 As the first one closes
  there is always another one behind it
     the second one
       has yet another behind that
   and so on
 always opening
    always a new stage behind
        the one thta you see
   don't get distracted by the clowns with the lights.
  their claim to shine is a dim attempt at glory,
       the false hope promises that are not followed by actions.
  Say what you want, on the stage, on the podium
      always another curtain opening behind
       to reveal another heart hidden place
  where order, reason, and love of fellows prevails
   beyond the bully places
       where rivers are cried of blood.
       
   he stands there.
      his
            moment is over.
  now he must
        squack off into eternity.
                
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