tide ebbs to the east
the sun climbs towards the west
life is give and take
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Does the sun rise for me,
Or am I rushing to greet it?
Does the moon forget to touch me
As she slips below the horizon,
Or have I simply failed to watch anymore?
Does a friend slight me,
Or do I fail to understand his pain?
Does a relationship turn sour,
Or was there nothing there to begin with?
Does the old soldier sip quietly on a rum
Because he needs the drink,
Or does he salute dead mates?
Is life a construction site,
or a constant reconstruction site?
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I’m not sure…
She seemed to have a heart of gold
When I touched it, I found it cold
I tried to warm it with my soul –
For it shone bright in warm daylight
Then gleamed of evil ev’ry night.
I cut off my hair –
No power did I divest.
No fear walking the tiger’s lair.
Not a head was turned,
As I wander through the rest.
No power the fiend – renounced.
My heart had been tempered –
Still it hammers in my chest,
The loss freshly remembered.
One hand reached out
Reviving only the best.
My heart began to shout –
All doubt washed aside,
My mind held no great contest –
True friends will always abide.
summer zephyr shifts
bamboo, rice paper and dreams
held back by a thread
grey skies hath their charms
in the fragrant shade we stood
five degrees cooler
some things get broken
in caring hands they are fixed –
or they mend crooked
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I photographed this stencil in Dunedin, New Zealand – it was pasted to the back of a bus stop.
