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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

reaching

the Distance
By: the iHope Poet

I am smothered in distance
too far 
to reach past, 
to break through and climb out. 
A distance so long and predictable, 
seen even in the unseen stretches
of life laid before me.
That distance,
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like a bright and 
bold
yellow-brick-road
calling for me from it's inlaid boundaries, 
"come, follow me" --
and perhaps I will, 
but I'd wish to look up 
at the vast blues and grays and brilliant others, 
where the call reaches high. 
High above this distance, 
where the spindly length of road down below
is seen simply as a design. 
With a pattern carved for a purpose, 
and a purpose directed for good. 

So the distance is something
less smothering
and more of comprehension
and understanding. 

So the distance is what I can follow
not just some breadth
of my mind's grapling remarks. 

Friday, August 23, 2013

p.s.


hard
by: the iHope Poet

pain
pierce
fast
fierce
try
tough

rise
rough

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Thursday, August 22, 2013

God, Why?

So Perfect
By: the iHope Poet

God,
why the thunder claps?
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God,
why the lightning?
God,
why the clouds so dark?
Why so bold and frightening?

Not that I'm afraid,
you know,
not that I don't like it.
Not that it's too dark and loud,
just that it's so perfect.

So thank you, God, for thunder claps,
fingertips of lightning,
Clouds of white, of gray, of black.
Perfect. Grand and striking.



Lost and Found

the Loser's Find
By: the iHope Poet

Hand over brow, sweeping
horizon 
over and over to find
something new. 
Head over heals, falling 
in circles,
don't even realize you don't 
have to look. 

You do have to lose. 
Lose like a loser. 
Fall as a failure of life 
would fall. 
And reach for the skies. 
Reach like a beggar
reaches for what he has lost
and found. 


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What do you find by losing it?

Monday, August 19, 2013

Just Won't Move

Like Stagnant Water
By: the iHope Poet

It's not about crossroad choices,
it's not about right or wrong.
It's about moving forward,
it's about staying strong.

It's kind of like building a tower,
the higher you go is the game.
But as soon as you stop progressing,
the tower may not stay the same.

For a while it stands halfway finished,
perhaps you're distracted one day.
Eventually, you might just forget it,
and the bricks will start fading away.

It's kind of like old, stagnant water
without movement or ripples or care.
You left it alone for a while.
You left it to rot in despair.

So whether you're out moving mountains,
or planting the roots of a tree,
or trying to keep your balance,
just pedaling through the debris. . .

Remember the changes you're making;
don't stop for a second to rest.
Learn to take big breaths while running;
you'll be grateful you gave it your best!


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Monday, August 12, 2013

hm . . .


I thought I was through
But my heart just skipped a beat
When I saw you there

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