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Survival frames from outside in-

gird by outer stress,

fears inside cower safe

a nurtured life facade.

Survival brain protects and stands

against, and never for.

Safe until the moon sets long-

a quiet tremor felt,

the winds subside,

a sigh is heard,

before you fall apart..

surveillance

thumbprints press hard

on the outer part to shape shift being

into a failed construct

facade

hiding a soul looking for the light behind

to dispel shadows and such

searching for life beyond the creep of forced ideals

into everlasting peace

Hunting Season

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It’s that time of life when gentle and innocence fall

the eyes of the deer go dark

while the heart of sporting egos reign.

We all feel broken a bit

and generations suffer generations.

As foot prints in the snow crush the buds beneath

we all stay hungry for peace.

Leaving

I saw it whipped

waving above

nearly alone

holding on.

I saw the cords

life surging on

from ground to stem attached.

Then off balance

in twinkling light

I heard a breath

release…

past all the others hanging still

a twirl and dance, a northern front

leaving ties

the shackles gone

and falling free at last.