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Guardian Angel

Can you do a day without me

Can you live without my quiet smile

Can you help me understand why you doubt my presence

When I’ve been standing right beside

you all the while?

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Hostage to Hope

Through a window I watch

My life splash into the sea

like a bucket of chum

I am a new world woman

A castaway on a ship of fools

Looking for an escape hatch…

Late at night in the stillness

I hear a passing ship

See his eyes in the reflection of the moon

While I watch from the deepest blue

A muse whose voice is lost to the wind

Beckoning to her faraway lover

in unheard hymns

Haunted by dreams

of getting him back again

And I can hear his words

Clear as day

Odd as shine on rough water

And he whispers there’s just no way

To not protest to sails set west

He can go no further

She cries like creatures winged for wind

Drowning in the sea

Wondering when the storms subside

If she’ll ever fly again…

And will her spirit

ever be free…

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I only have the pen in my hand now

Because I wanted to stick it in his eye,

Want to know why?

He won’t leave me be

He won’t even try

Not here to write his story…I think to myself

After catching the bartender’s eye

As he placed a black sticky pen

on my palm and walked away

With a smile…

I start to say thank you

Again

For the pen

But why…

I already had a pen

Caught in the middle of my closed brown

Tiny little moleskin notebook

Given as a gift

Because Hemmingway had one too…

I pause looking at the pen

Thinking about the other man

Old bum, obnoxious, loud, intrusive,

Yelling ‘cross the bar

Give that girl a pen,

She’s a writer- she gonna write my story

Aint you girl…

I see you writing in your book…

I can only give him a look…

Now lost to the words

that would have slipped , gripped,

dripped onto the pages

Of my moleskin book

Other pen-- Interrupted

Unwritten words

Stolen by a word crook

Forever lost to the great beyond….

Still virgin are the pages

that would have been written on….

I’m not a writer I mouth across the roar

Thinking, that’s why I travel so far

For nothing more than to write about you and this bar….

Life can be so un re-fined- like wine-

stolen as a grape from its vine….

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REASON TO BELIEVE

* In a mist my life began

as fate whispered questions

and directions

Into the depths of my spirit

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* And she wrote upon me

the truth of

All that would die and come to life

From within the margins of my soul

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* She filled my heart with lust for love

and helped me speak

In unfamiliar whispers...

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* She instilled in me the urge to

Test, lead, love and protect...

Then she let me go ...

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*Undressed from the searing from above

to rest in cool fountains

of truth...

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Even now as

She soaks my doubts

In dreams of thee

... I know...

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When the day is done

In the faded sun

I will feel and see...

I'm am a lucky one...

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And at last

I can rest

in the mist

with reason

to believe...

fates story

of all that is to be.

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