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A Walk with the Damned

March 13, 2015

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We gathered around the tour guide, just off of Bourbon Street. He scanned each member of our group with keen interest, beginning his introduction, “N’Awlins, is a place of history – and intrigue… “The type of place with many an interesting tale to tell on a moonlit summer’s night. The modern world doesn’t understand it, […]

one cold january night

January 10, 2015

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It hit me so hard I felt no pain From the shards Lying shattered And lost in the dark Before feeling that blow How did I not know That this is it – and It’s all that there is? My longings have gone All my cravings dissolve Into and beyond the abyss Am I alone […]

day and night

July 20, 2014

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Sunlight melts the darkness away …then night envelopes its light each trying to displace the other but none can claim both sides the waves cover the shore, a while …retreating back with their tides to plunge to the depths below or soar above, taking flight… first longing for the day to break soon after, hungering […]

resting place

January 26, 2014

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the snow softly quilts this vast resting place no cold to be felt by its wintery embrace. each day I pass by my mind too does stay a moment in peace with nowhere to stray. the sun lends its light to this place where she’ll keep so still that great cradle where, the dreamless come […]

the way

October 29, 2013

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“You see one way I see another We see the whole When we see together” © A.A. Trivedi 2013  

my yesterdays

September 22, 2013

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You told me of yours Please listen to mine They were great and brilliant You’ve always been kind Days filled with joy Few cares, more laughter I had never dreamed then That there would be an after That I’d ‘grow up’ And move far away That we’d talk less Than lots everyday When this world […]

14 years

July 31, 2013

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14 years have passed me by without ever knowing when or why? to sighs of my impatience they would wisely say ‘enjoy this time now – don’t wish it away’ sure, it’s true the day’s not done yet so much still to do which if I don’t, I’ll regret but the past seems rich with […]