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F r a g m e n t a r y    V i s i o n s



1992 - 1993



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in an ancient time


trekked a forgotten tribe


isolated, in their own world


cruel


because existing was cruel to them


primitive


because that was all they knew


fair to observe, fierce to fight


they pillaged the earth they trod on



nomadic


they wandered aimlessly


through the bearded forest


the slash of burnt offerings


marked their travel


they lived


but their eyes were empty


and the world


gray, surrounded them



they did not hear the call of beauty


they did not feel the joy of living


they did not know why they were there


nor did they care



the cold was biting one winter's day


the wind blew fierce, they lost their way


then night descended, the snow fell deep


the spirit of life was not theirs to keep



the empty sun rose to a world of white


only a few shrouded echoes


described their plight


winter cradled their earthly remains


and spring quickly erased


their journey of pains



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flat land, heavy land


landscape of another day


desolation citizens


in a struggle to survive



red sun, cold light


in a well that has gone dry


I raise and shake my dying fist


at a world I so despise



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when thoughts are held on to


and explored


they reveal the spirit within



when thoughts are shared


as gifts


they become alive with love



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softly crying, deadly silence


emanating darkness from below



looking forward, seeing nothing


just the puppets dancing slow



reaching upwards, touching coldness


stabbing ice in a jagged sore



stumbling backwards, on to daggers


blissful peace, my end to war



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whispers hiding


behind tomorrow


come forward to hear


what they have to say



soft, trembling words


from fog and unfocused


say embrace the river


be on your way



rushing rapids


no returning


the wind lifts up


your victory song



for given the strength


of a thousand suns


you embrace this life


where you belong



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immerse yourself


in the placid stream


and feel the power within


the many wonders of the world


become focused inside your dream



the answers to your questions


the ones that are never asked


are ripples in the continuum


now that we're finished


with the past



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doors and windows


show steps beyond


to worlds


that call for me



where the breeze whispers


enchanted thoughts


to trees


that bend to listen



see crescent slivers


of shimmering light


piercing


the meadow's dark curtain



feel the warmth


of many suns


as the purplish night


slowly withers



know that the truth


hidden in each of us


is awakening


to calm our fears



so find the sword


that cuts the knot


and fly beyond


the stars above



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images of imposing granite


touching history, becoming part



with eyes above and feet deeply rooted


in rock and in my wondrous world



I sense the textures of time and witness


the transforming of boulders into dust




go to where the wind and rain


fight the elemental battles



go to where nature's patience fills


desert washes with coarse sand



go to where you may embrace


your deepest, inner god




then touch yourself, with a smile


and feel the purple sunset shadows



as you are there, where granite crumbles


beneath the fingertips of time



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if I have made you happy



and have seen your inner soul



then I have finished



what I set forth



then I have paid the toll



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quietly passing, tremors of mine



blanketing silence, thick with remorse



deepest passion, memories lost



delicately balanced, precarious thought



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I see your smile from far away



I know that you are sleeping




I touch your dreams from far away



I know that you are keeping




the wonders of our gentle way



found in our quiet weeping



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I am



am found



found as



as one



one what



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I look into a deep, dark hole



and it looks back at me



I run the ocean's beaches



and swallow what I see



the wind plays with my melody



haunting, cruel and long



the waves toss it back at me



as they sing their victory song



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you touch on world harmony



you free the slaves of time



you gather forth the fruits of love



you are forever mine



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thunderous volleys



that cry for release



tortuous chasms



empty with grief



scattered by the wind



in a rhythm of hate



lay the deflated promises



of tomorrow



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I have finished


the call of the father


the one buried


in you and in me


not recognized


in its present form


not happy


till flying free



the answer


will always remain hidden


its purpose


the enigma of time


I place my heart


next to your soul of souls


I collapse


into death so fine



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black rock, moon glow



shadows that hide the way



smooth glass, falling star



off the path, we stray



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let me look inside your love


I wonder what I'll see



let me live inside your heart


for all eternity



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moonlight



silver dancing



with the leaves



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shine a light


down a well


ripples on water


the story to tell



always looking up


at the sky


always yearning for


but never to try



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encircled by iron hands


shadows cast on empty spaces


illuminating pulsating sphere


retrograde descending orbit



pitiful blank walls of torture


hiding the stark landscape


from peering curious eyes



many eyes, thoughts of escape


knowledge of failure


where failure is death



but death is an escape


so we go, up


and over



sometimes


to be free for a moment


is to live for a lifetime



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fading echoes of mine


shouted again and again



silent steps one by one


but never moving on



deep breath of desire


lost in the fire's motion



eyes searching all around


only finding icy glare



the music calls for forgiveness


someday my ears will hear



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a tree stands alone


in the storm


long ago


given up its green



tempered by wind


this warrior sings


of many battles


and victories seen



a lifeless husk


the strength of demons


holding on


through heat and cold



finally crashing down


with fingers pointing


at the gray churning sky


and the last story told



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no words may express


the images inside



no thoughts do justice


to feelings held in



no pen


no symbol


no gesture



completes the picture


as you do



touching the raw edge


of my existence



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small pebbles



eroded memories



of a larger world



ten thousand years



waiting on the path



held in my hands now



for many thousand more



colored striations speak



in the language of shadows



I go back to the liquid birth



in the fires of yesteryear



fulfilling their destiny



to be found only by me



back on the path now



awaiting my return



sense of eternity



and the solitary



peacefulness of



introspection



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Canyon Sunrise



morning sunlight shadows


on ragged ageless cliffs



evening moonlight shadow memories


escape into the clear morning air



fire dancing thoughts


of pictures crackling


now long gone



sounds are waking


the breeze is calling


to hear the morning's song



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it doesn't matter where you stop


to take that look around


for you will never understand


the quietness of time's sound



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and I cried


because of what is lost


within me



the colors


I have been chasing


are just beyond reach



almost touching


that feeble spark


of enlightenment



my tears fall


onto the sand


and share


with the world



more than I...


will ever know



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stop the discourse


and reach into


the limitless sky



as the shroud slips away


sunshine smiles


on the water



married with the breeze


across the valley


and skimming


the swaying treetops



I fly the beauty


of the morning's


sparkling presence



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a time of stillness


and starlight memories



the eternal quiet


of being alone



hands around


the quest for living



trajectory of thoughts


hear gradient laughter



then push through the darkness


be welcomed home



to arms that hold


with caressing thoughts



for one must be loved


to be



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copyright Patrick O'Neil


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