Saturday, September 19, 2015



these are faces weathered
flawed anguished serene;

bright ideas between lines
of thought planted on eons;

we the spectators to life,
OBE-like as if in denial

of self, destroy as we create
barriers to our own salvation.

you are rainwater seeping
into your mind's evolution;

others are seasons unrelenting
in progressions of endeavor;

she is your mother weeping
at the gate of your release;

he is the father raging at
all he neglected to teach;

I am the impassioned one
selling my soul for reason.

Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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