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It's been a while now,For many moons, I've thought of you,But time is an ever changing tide,Washing away my memories, my sorrows, my vivid dreams.I try not to think much.Let me be.Dumbed down.Fitting around.But the worst days are when I do,When I think of you.The days I cry myself to bed,The days I think of you until all the emotion is dead.I think of you, and all the slipped moments that pass like trains,Of all the momen...

Every day seeing those passing looking like a chain of fools, and looking up at those blue skies above knowing that those blue days have arrived with every day seeming the same right now, and all the people are the same.Knowing when those blue days descended when I woke up with that blue moon in my eyes just about the same time these days dropped those blues down here on us and they walked right on through. With me now wi...

How many paths have been tried by us and then failed? For there has been no one there to point a finger and no one to blame, and we are standing here in the dark light of the sun together out here at these distant crossroads as we have done in the past. Looking down those roads and wondering which direction to go, as you know that I will accompany you which direction you might choose after having asked each other where ha...

Having been down through the wild side of life where innocence dies, and where the coffins stay where the judges have lied and had the innocent condemned. Having looked in the mirror and stared at myself and wondered if that is really me or just the enemy to make peace with staring back at me from the shelf? Sometimes I wish for the confusion to come and wash over me and carry me to those rivers of blindness where I might...

The mirror shows her form all dressed in white,So soft, demure, and precious as can be.Reflecting back her beauty, pure delight, My secret knows just what she means to me.With glowing face and smiles to warm my heart,With words assuring me she's always near,She makes me feel we're one though we're apartAnd lets me know there's nothing we need fear.We walk our path and trust we'll share our life,We make our way through per...

It's Gonna Be Great

A backward poem for backward times

The president is doing greatOnly a fool would thinkOtherwiseMost everyone believesWe should trust himThere is no cause for concernBut some are sayingThe country is in dangerPeople are scaredNothing could be further from the truthEverything is going to be fineNow read from the bottom up…* * *© 2017 by M.P. Witwer • All rights reserved  

No matter what you think, you know or find it will never be enough and no matter where or how you hide the Man in the Long Black Coat will be comin’ round. You might be able to shake him of your trail for a while, and when he’s coming after you and it’s a given he is usually faster on the draw and has been known to take all he’s after down. No matter how the race is run it usually ends in the same way every time, and it u...

Somedays I feel like diving,out to the ocean and into the cold,just let the waves take me,until I naturally float. My most morbid thoughts,are of getting old,it's a long hard life,and I don't want to be around that long. All the time I try to feel indifferent,but what will I become,with no passion, no anger,with nothing to love? All that is left is this sad, degrading carcass.And as for my soul,it has rotten; it's gone da...

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Good morning Morning gloryMy cherished flower child.EternalIn your gloryMy ageless treasured one.ExquisiteIn your gloryMy burning dancing heart.ElectricIn your gloryMy precious joyous dove.MajesticIn your gloryMy laughing soul's delight.This morningMay your gloryBetoken what may come.The lustful passions spreadingFrom dusk until the dawn. The earnest loving lavingOur bodies cleansed once more.The guidance of my darlingAcc...

I am passing by and through sleeping cities that are fading away slowly by degrees, and I am not believing all I see to be so. I am moving on alone over ground that nobody owns and passing by statues which are marking my passage through, and are some sort of atonement for my sins. Seeing a guard on every door and I also know there is a drink outside each door on every floor that are overflowing with a thousand amens. It s...

Oh…,All the ladies around the world got something to show you, and all the boys and girls as they wave their hands in the air like they don’t really care as they do their dance and go glidin’ by all those who stop and stare. They know just what to do when they all heard the call go out from wherever they stood. Not wanting to play any psychological games from those in power who are putting on airs and trying to act real c...

Finding myself making my way through the darkness and being guided by the sound of a beating heart. There have been so many who have said that I can’t understand, and I have been caught up in either some sort of a dream or a game. As I feel the warm winds on my shoulders which reminds me that I am from a place and a world that is a lot older, with most of the time it seems as though time has been spent finding myself, and...

Living Years

On their birthday a tribute to two loved ones I lost

Wondering if you would still know my name or who I was if I saw you in Heaven? I know I don’t belong there and I need to continue to honour that promise you had me make all those years ago, and be strong like you asked and to continue on in whatever I find myself undertaking. I know there is no more pain or tears there in Heaven, and would you still be the same person I knew before both of you ran out of summers in ’92 an...

Chills have come racing down my spine as I sit here and with shaking hands I know that everything is about understanding, and feeling the chills raging like a storm in my mind spreading like a fever through my heart down to my legs. Time to let go of fears and wondering who will stand with me if and when I breakdown? I know all I think and say seems to be understated with dreams or is something I have read, with dreams no...

Cards are dealt as a form of meditation in which answers are sometimes sought through the sacred geometry and laws of chance. Still there are many met who speak of nothing and wear many faces and instill the fear of loss, and still the show must go on even in the empty spaces and abandoned places.With the question coming forth of what is being looked for? Whatever happens is assumed to be left to chance and those who beli...