Alan Buckholtz

Each moment of hope
a lifetime of despair
I starved on the empty plate
of my heart in disrepair
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How should I act
you’re watching
do I need to care
you’re listening
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Stumbling My Way

I feel a silent turbulence in a troubled head
of misting memories shedding darker mornings
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My history a blur
an ordinary journey
on embattled terrain
my feeble heart
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I miss a place
I’ve never been before
a place that’s
a part of me
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What is happening here?
are you feeling
the exquisite tension of need?
unbearable tenderness –
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Summer passions
sliding off melting sunlight
crisp browning leaves
Winter's warning
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night sheds itself
searching for dawn
oceans roar
in a teardrop
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As I think about retiring
my youth I think of rehiring
with its party nights and flirty days
tomorrow was a distant haze
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had a dog
whose name was hog
had a cat
whose name was rat
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When dreams are asleep
and summer is cool
shame my lethargy
release my cowardice
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Have you ever been breathless
in your desperate heart
have you ever heard the notes
of your song falling apart
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I pled for your love
my soul starved
you consumed
the fruits of my pain
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Flowing dress and smiling eyes
rings and breathless promises
moonlit hopes and sunlit sighs
starstruck skies without limits
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The new Springsong awakens sleeping roots
the flowers are watching with a thousand eyes
unfolding petals trusting me
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Summer passions
sliding off melting sunlight
fading silhouettes
of harvested butterflies
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I begged for your love
my soul starved...
you consumed
the fruits of my pain
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When I was a little boy
I looked in the mirror
and combed my hair
had no idea who was there
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Weather's wrath in ominous gray
reveries in shadows
darkened pathways
from departed days
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The tumult of silence, no warning before
space became itself in kaleidoscopic terror
in the morning of nothing, no less or no more
no explanation for this cosmic error
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