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Come With Me
‘Come with me to the end,’ she said.‘I know of a placeWhere the wind tastes of cinnamonRivers flow cold and pure Through meadows of goldAt night clouds departAnd stars fall like snowUpon the mountaintops.Time cannot touch us there.’ I listened to herAnd fell more madly in love.We could not knowThe end lay not in golden…
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Beyond the Horizon
That horizon I have always knownBeyond which lies my questHidden by impenetrable sandsDevours my light and gives back noneI have tried to gain the upper landsSent back the days passed in dusty lightUrged on by song I cannot knowThe aching surge of longing from a thousand heartsWho mourn my passingBut did not celebrate my birth.…
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Behind Us
Behind each foray into days whose truth has been forgottenTrails of used up bodies, broken hearts, souls emptied to the wind, lie abandoned.Happiness was given as a whisper for ears no longer listening,Still ready to radiate into the cold world of nowThough it does not stop the hands of time from growing old, moving onForgetting…
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There’s Work to Be Done
Here in the cityWe all walk as oneThe gold light of eveningFades with the sunDisappear into doorwaysUntil there are noneRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Away from green pasturesToward concrete we runBeneath metal-framed ceilingsThe victory we’ve wonThe threads of our storyAre already spunRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Original…
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Sometimes
Sometimes, when the sun is in just the right spot, It’s light filters through the leaves Swaying in a gentle breeze In the same way it did when I was young. I often wish to return to the past. Looking back into memory I see Endless summer days, trips to the coast, Heroic deeds…
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Exist With Me
Exist with me in shades of gray.Become the color in my world— The air in my lungsThe fire in my soul.This ocean, this horizon, this open skyWitness our solitude, completed by each other.Winds whisper to us of the past and future;Beneath us the sea swells high with the truth of now.
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Hole in the Wall
How long have I been here?The ink shadows have not movedPerhaps they never doIn this light that seeps into the world.I know it does not touch meI am a blank space on the wallA word erased, waiting for the writer to think of a better oneStanding in this hall of concrete.Have I always been here?I…
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Please Do Not Enter the Historical Structures
Falling rafters clutch a ceiling in placeDesperate to hold onA carpet of broken bottlesBeneath the bedframes of living ghostsLight and wind play in windows that cannot closeSighing worlds pass by and do not see insideNights breathe cold through cracks in the wallsSearching for lost soulsTo carry to the stars Original Photography
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Tell Me of Magic
Tell me, little one, of magicIn this place, none can touch youSpeakThe world listens.I am with you in this quiet momentLet your voice melt into the babbling creekYour sighs drift away into the boughs aboveYour thoughts stray further from the world beyond.Soon we will travel away from the treesOn our way to distant lands where…
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Bridge in the Woods
Far off beyond golden fieldsThe irrigation ditch begins its life as a springThen bubbles down a rocky slope to unspool into a ribbon stream.Wildwood and brambles grow alongsideChoking the Earth for a chance to drink.A man stands on the stream bank, seeking to cross.He watches the spun glass ripples of stream over rock bedImagines the…
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The First Lifetime
Her thin arms bear the weight of lost youthHolding the world at bay with a glanceLips that do not part except to breathe fire Keep secrets whispered in the darkness Time has already passed her byA lifetime lived in the dawn of youthEyes hardened against the gray painSweeping through her unfathomable mind Ahead lies the…
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What We Made
Sometimes I turn a corner, or open a door to a room I’ve never seenAnd it’s like heaven broke upon the Earth in rivers of color and beauty.For all of humanity’s faults, there is something to be said for the things we create.Beauty for beauty’s sake.Ornaments whose only purpose is to make others smile.The creator’s…
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Onward
How fair the folkWho dwell beneath twisted branch and gentle breezeBreathing song of deeds in ages lost to memoryLiving past lives in forest shadeBeckoning to adventurers: “Come rest.Lay your weary bones upon our bedsDrink nourishment from cup of gold and pearlEat well and forget the road ahead For dark and perilous is the wayAnd here…
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Delirium
Explosion of shadowDust clouds swirling in madnessChaos and destruction reign supremeCharred battlefields sweep away horizons bent and brokenFallen stars breathe fire on open woundsNebulae shower the world in goldA planet groans beneath the weight of a knife edge pressed to its throatStruggle not to breatheInhale the scent of deliriumLiquid laughter stabbing eardrumsHead bent, back contortedScreaming…
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Watercolor World
Behind that blue wooden doorTwo share a watercolor worldBreathing together in a moment that cannot lastPushing back a reality that isn’t theirs—Isn’t the truth they painted with their lipsIsn’t what the wanted, but what was necessary.Fighting back flames only to douse them with gasolineWhen they meant to use water.Then, when the world is burning,One leaves…
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Mitchel David Ring 