By Will
The child is separated once again from its parent,
He gazes up through tears of worry,
Will someone pick him up,
Or is his death imminent,
What will become of the boy,
Without mindful caring,
His worst fears play on the big screen,
While crystals become warm in the palms of two.
*Poem dedicated to Peter Wilkin
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By Will
I go begging door to door, for divine love,
Carry me to a world beyond, these aching limbs,
My lover always alone, while surrounded by others,
Ten thousand thoughts, about why I am less,
Like an oasis in a desert, I am a foolish son,
Inferior to anything under heaven’s sky,
She share’s my pleasure, but not my pain,
This poem calls, for love to cure.
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By Will
He spoke with hurt and I chose him, This unfortunate soul becomes ego’s friend, Father’s boundaries adhered never challenged, His patience tested on a radius of denial, Whose crib does he sleep that man in consciousness, All earthly answers lie creased under pillows, While the boy rides his bike with tendency to fall, Caught in sympathies yielding nest, Growing pains heard from mountains afar, Gods dream, ripped apart thorn by thorn, A man is born like a calf with unsound legs, Who now walks alone under his full moon. Only the wounded healer can truly heal ~ Irvin D. YalomFiled under Uncategorized
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