Shane Dickie

How marvelous nature is!

How intelligent and independent!
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Determination deeply embeds inside my
Hungry, boiling veins, my heart feeds on
My veins' idea of nourishment, a food
Not edible yet in craving demand.
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Edges of buildings; defined space, a concern for Architects
The boundaries of Relationships are not so well defined,
They are fuzzy and the alleys are blind.
Edges of broken glass are sharp and jagged;
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Sadness has a thousand shades,
Happiness had ten; sometimes I
Feel all the sad ones, from low to
Medium and back to myself again.
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This man is different; he is odd,
This woman is weird; who is behind
The façade.
Cast in shame are these
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Silence in the morning,
Is as pleasurable and warming;
Silence at night is a long cruel fight,
Music and speech in the morning
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What are twins? Two persons
Born in a single moment in time?
Or the sharers of exact or similar
D.N.A., the keepers of secrets,
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Memories of special moments are frozen
In time; crystallizing with age and becoming
Ever sweeter like fine wine.
They are pure and become the shape of
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My imagination is the canvas,
The world - my paints; Language
My brush; words and phrases
—The Strokes.
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I spied a hummingbird hovering in the
Garden amidst the green bushes,
I felt a zephyr from the west,
I breathed in the fresh air of spring,
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If I still saw life through a child's eyes,
People would still be people,
There would be no race; no rich nor poor,
No right or left wing, no ugly or
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Daytime is for activity
The bright light of honesty
And truth burns brightly,
Night-time in contrast is for rest
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To watch the skirmish—surely fun,
Mass confusion I do enjoy,
Days without it my mind falls into a stupor
Where the action is where I am
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I feel alone and isolated,
I will find a way out of this trap,
Out of my feeling of alienation;
I imagine a brick wall with society
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Thoughts are morbid, deep, dark and sinister,
I feel I am already in the crypt, all ready for death,
Is it in my heart or in my head - the act is a mere formality.
My pain is the grief of a thousand bee stings
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Must one choose between being humble
And forgoing self-esteem,
Or can one act with humility and server God,
And yet hold on to self-esteem?
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We are only guests, not long-term residents
Living upon this earth,
We leave behind our deeds and our actions,
It is not all about me
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Father and I sit in silence and admire our handiwork,
He is teaching me the about life—lessons handed down
To Him from his father; lessons not in words but in actions,
In His sincere, quiet strength, of singular purpose
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My heart needs to heal,
I chose now not to feel,
My mind is set to reel,
I need only to get through
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Emotions! One can attempt to explain

Feelings of love, joy and pain,
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