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I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean’s shore,

I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean’s shore, where none can hear my grief above the surf’s roar. I would drown at once the sound of my own thought- I would die now and forever to all … Continue reading

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Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety

Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety- soon the world will be delivered from captivity. Giddi-up donkey, through the wind and rain and snow. A wondrous Christ-child’s cry yearns to grace bestow! The wandering Stars combine luminous astral virtues … Continue reading

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I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair

I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair; what bliss to be lost in scented curls so rich and rare! I long to lose my breath in lips of eternal promise- no death can rival the … Continue reading

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Authorities are freaking out over tents. Boy Scouts

“Authorities are freaking out over tents. Boy Scouts Do as they are told, but these lazy people are louts! Why are they camping in city parks? Please, why Abandon secure and comfortable beds to die? In the Big City, we … Continue reading

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The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28893673″] The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane; My gritty speech praises the Rend‘s lonely pain. I reach for the bottle rolling across the floor- My arm can stretch so far, and then no more. Where … Continue reading

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Open the door, and let us in to embrace

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28925119″] Open the door, and let us in to embrace Your reluctance to bestow your grace. We have been banging with our tender fist, And wonder why you our ardor still resist! The Beloved, we have heard, is never … Continue reading

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In America, the voice of the rich is loud and clear

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28961310″] In America, the voice of the rich is loud and clear- In this land of the almighty dollar, worship fear! The gilded beast commands our lives with suavity: We praise his brightness with cultured depravity. That we would become … Continue reading

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The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28961882″] The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore, An infinite horizon where the mind is insecure. All our desperate search for stable identity Vomits with longing for permanent solidity. Such immensity of rolling water and salty … Continue reading

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Last night, the bird of complaint sang a song

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28968891″] Last night, the bird of complaint sang a song: “I sing to reveal that it is for love I long.” Today, ocean waves caress my aching face- My tears of pain are washed without a trace. Only the … Continue reading

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The uber rich have destroyed our middle class polity

The über rich have destroyed our middle class polity. They are the king-makers in our guttered history. The royals have returned with a refurbished crown: Corporations now have the halo of personal charm. America, it turns out, has exalted greed … Continue reading

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