Strength of the Butterfly

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“Man must rise above the Earth – to the top of the atmosphere and beyond – for only thus will he fully understand the world in which he lives.”
Socrates 

I am the explorer reaching upward

but you are the one with wings

You do not need a space ship

 to reach further beyond your means

I study for a lifetime preparing

For my scheduled flight

You merely take a moment

And then sail the bluest skies.

The Architecture of Broken Hearts

"The Architect" by Erik Johansson

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"When the winds of change blow, some people build walls and others build windmills."

~ Chinese Proverb

We build homes out of more than timber and brick

For living in a perfect place is an optical illusion

A sleight of hand that hides an ace under its sleeve

My mother built hers with secrets that remained behind closed doors

Perfect curtains in front of cluttered rooms where emptiness

Filled the air thicker than the dust that lined the shelves

I built my house on my own with no directions

But it still was block and beam set on the same illusion

Denial is stronger than the steel frame of a skyscraper

Where character defects can be blind to a cracked foundation

Sometimes to truly repair the damage

 we must tear down the dilapidated homestead

and simply begin again. 

The Dream Poems

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In a dream you are never eighty.  ~Anne Sexton


I double dog dared myself to write 2 poems for this one, so here are my poems for the promt:

The Casualties of Dreams,

Awake I dream of what could be

But Asleep I dream of what has been

re-living my past as a person at times I barely know

each place is a little different

and yet everything is always the same

I brave storms in rooms I have lived in

and walk close to the edge of cliffs where

I know I have never walked

fearless as I would have been

 before I ever knew what it was to fall

yet all the fears I have learned to hold

come out like pigeons wanting crumbs

and every struggle I have wrestled with

manifests itself like a spirit

 that floats through walls

that I rarely can escape

I almost lose my dearest love

 down every dangerous street

As I fall further from where I once was

Lost and feeling alone

Then my father

 who has been gone for decades

 enters asking me

 do I know where I am?

My voice answers

 I am only dreaming

As my heart answers,

Yes I am here to visit you!

For awake I dream of what could be

But asleep I dream of what has been.

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The Soul's Odyssey,


It is as an excursion of the heart
when we lay our head to rest
where the matters of the soul
journey back to be a guest
the day rewinds from eyes open to eyes shut
 and our thoughts reach out to explore
opening every closed window
and running through every open door
from childhood homes and play grounds
to peril in the streets
it is a high action movie
that is viewed from within the sheets