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I am a stranger
In a familiar place
Four walls surround me
I know no longer their face

Upon the counter
Objects galore
What once was familiar
They're now obscure

This used to be a safe place
A refuge from the storm
Now it's nothing
A shape, a form

This is what happens
When emotions collide
Deny what they want
Pain never subsides
Are the stars out tonight?
Can you see them where you are?
Do you think of her when you do?
Remembering under the moon
you made her fall?

As crystals do they shine?
Are they bright in the sky?
Would you like to touch them?
Want to wipe them away?
Are they tears from her eyes?

Do you hate the coming night?
Dread when the sun falls?
Does fear creep when the moon appears?
night was you and her
Does your loneliness now envelop all?
Do you miss me? Miss me at all?
These tempered thoughts
Roll around in my head
They spin me around
And fall to the ground
Down under my feet
Where I often tread
They’re broken to pieces
And left there for dead

But I pick up the debris
Of my shattered thoughts
And put it together
In a brand new design
One way or another
Let me tell you my dear
The story gets told
And the magic unfolds

In the heat of the moment
I take one more chance
I’m caught in your torrent
But I know how to dance
My mind turns around
And I look in your eyes
The picture I see
Is a pleasant surprise

I’m drowned in your laughter
And lost in your smile
That tale that you told me
Might last for a while
The music you played me
Is such a sweet tune
The moon in your eyes
Took me down deep inside

So…that Is my story and
I’m sticking to it
I’ve given you a deep look
Inside my mind
Don’t bury the treasure
Or think something’s wrong
Just let it sink in
And I’ll sing you a song
This poem was created from a stream of consciousness. I like writing this way from time to time. This just means that there’s no specific destination in mind in the beginning and I just let the poem unfold one line at a time.
 May 2017 Stan Patty
Akira Chinen
Back to where it all began
  before our first breaths
    before we knew fire
     before we knew blood
Before time had movement
  or meaning
Before our ribs
  our bones
   our skulls
Back to the empty sky
  of our souls
Yet to birth stars of sin
  and shame
   and fear
Back to the moment before
Dream became dream
  Dreaming
of dreams
  of dreams
   of dreams
Of rivers dreaming
Of fish dreaming
Of flight dreaming
Of birds dreaming
Of butterfly wings dreaming
Of feathers tied to the lost branches
Of the first dream of a tree
Dreaming of leaves
  Thirsty for the dream of a sun
     Which was desperate to dream
    Of the moon of all moons
Dreaming of the pale blue skin
Of dream becoming the dream
  Of the birth of blood
    and bones
      and life
Weaving the blanket of dreams
  That would become the flesh
    And truth of love
Back to the
  Heart of all things
#dreamweavers
the
tounge      
we      
the
       seven
priests
the        
seven    
     horns
they
blew    
         before
                a battle
           shouting
victory in
eloquence  
and reverent  
silent prayers


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(C) 5/6/2017
The shofar is a ram's horn
used by the Hebrews

It's shaped roughly like this poem

It is considered sacred
by Hebrews and Christians alike
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