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Now You Are Gone
I remember your face,
I remember the place where we made love,
That afternoon in the middle of June,
You said you would never leave, but now you are gone.
I remember your arms,
You held me till dawn while the rain poured on,
I felt lost; you were strong,
You said you would never leave, but now you are gone.
I remember your voice,
You told me you had no choice, how you had discovered,
You loved another and you couldn't leave her,
And now you are gone.

Boat to Nowhere
On a boat to nowhere, destination unknown,
Floating on the water, calling it my home.
The waves and wind fight to steer me on my course,
The moon and tide pull me with their mystical force.
The sun bakes down; its rays warm my soul,
But my body still shivers from the cold.
My sail is at half-mast; it rips at the seams,
I'm a broken down man, void of my dreams.
Floating without a compass, not knowing east from west,
Im drifting toward the horizon, to my final rest.
On a boat to nowhere, destination unknown,
Floating on the water, trying to reach home.

Living in a Bubble
She's living in her own bubble
as she steps from her house into her BMW
Shopping at the mall without a care,
not thinking about Iraq, the war going on over there
She buys a pretty dress in a bright shade of red
while a soldier builds a trench to rest his wary head
Next a stop at Starbucks for a coffee break,
while a million suppressed people bemoan their own fate
Dinner is at eight in a swank bistro downtown
In the streets of Kabul bullets come raining down
Wine is poured; golden liquid fills her glass
In Iraq a bomb hits a bus and it shatters with a crash
Safe and sound in her bed at the end of day
She never thinks to take time to pray
In her dreams there is no toil or trouble
She's an American woman living in a bubble.

Grand Canyon
The Grand Canyon
A grand chasm
of stratta
Red, sienna, burnt orange
A plot of land
Pulled apart by the
hands of God
The air implodes with silence
and heat
as mankind argues wrong versus right
The human race
a grand chasm
of ideas
morals, religion, beliefs
The blight of man
to be pulled apart by
greed, hate and lust

Life's Lessions
Oh, to be born with a silver spoon,
The taste of sweet milk on your lips,
To go through life without a care,
To be surrounded with safety and bliss
Yet, without the rain,
How can you appreciate the sun?
Without the salty bite of sorrow,
There's no telling when youve lost
And when you've won
Although my younger days
Were filled with hunger and strife,
I've overcome the grief to form a new life
Where once the world was a silent place,
Filled with mostly gloom,
I've opened up the windows
And hear the birds sing in my room
The flowers of my garden,
Once closed buds waiting for light,
Now have unfolded into a beautiful sight
Though my spoon was not silver
When I entered this world,
I've come to live a golden life
As I reap what I have toiled
I know the darkness from the light,
And pleasure from the pain,
But most of all I can appreciate
All that I have gained.

Africa

(As inspired by the Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver)

Breathe with Africa or you will suffocate,

Africa, alone, will decide your fate.

If you dampen the soil, torrential rain will fall,

Cut the poisonwood tree and it will bring death to all.

The wind and rain soak you to the bone,

The river recedes, and will not let you get home.

Malaria hides reality from view,

Africa has a grasp on you.

The tree has eyes; the tree sees it all,

A mother and her daughters, a stumbling father as he falls.

The death of a child, oppression and strife,

The strong will to survive in the circle of life.

Become a part of the people, a part of the land,

Or you will surely die, for alone you cannot stand.

If you try to escape, take your innocence and run,

Never glance back, look toward the new day’s sun.

Step foot in Africa and your fate is sealed,

There’s no bargaining table, there’s no making any deals.

If you leave with your life, you will never be the same,

If you die, Africa will always breathe your name.