the wheel

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    the wheel

     tethered to the ground
    by hopes & dreams & memories of happy times


    what if
    where
    who
    why
    what

    made me who i am

    i'm me now, regardless
    patches & scars & frayed edges
    a part of me, the whole

    i live the night still
    in fear
    on the edge of a precipice
    wind in a vortex
    cathching me up in it

    living moment by moment
    past the looks & stares
    forgetting the system's snares
    if only for a moment

    i can be safe living in my skin
    a second is a precious gift
    no room for hate

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    silence 0 11/21/2011
    what it takes 1 11/21/2011
    the wheel 0 11/21/2011
    words 0 10/01/2011
    33 0 10/01/2011
    the storm, pt 2 0 10/01/2011
    the storm, pt 1 0 10/01/2011
    Extasis de Sta. Teresa 0 09/19/2010
    The Land Between Sorrows 0 09/15/2010
    Spiral 3 09/13/2010
    eyes open 0 09/13/2010
    the waiting game 0 09/13/2010
    land & freedom 0 09/13/2010
    Poem to the Land of Tomorrow 0 09/13/2010
    she steps out 0 09/13/2010
    Night watch 0 09/13/2010
    Playground (1993) 1 09/09/2010
    love & war (c) 2005 1 09/09/2010
    Lord of the Flies, Take 2: On Nixon's Death 0 09/09/2010
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