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Hai | Off The Mat
https://txyogi.wordpress.com/2014/11/11/hai
Hold onto my hand. So that when I die, I will. Have lived in the Sun. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Fifty plus year old Network engineer, father, grandfather, webmaster, graphic designer, guitar/bass player, yogi from Texas. View all posts by txyogi. And posted in Poetry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Clear Blue Sky | Off The Mat
https://txyogi.wordpress.com/2015/01/03/clear-blue-sky
I swim inside a clear blue sky. And it’s been a while. Since it’s been. Give me all you can. Cause I can take it. I will make it mine. I hear echoes of. What I’ve seen. And I know love. Will make me whole. I know I taste of. Cause that’s where. I’ve looked directly. And saw those sad, sad eyes. That burn so brightly. But feel no warmth. That has to be the loneliest. When the black, black night. And says ‘come back home. This is where you’ve. You weren’t meant. In the light’. But still I dream. Notify me ...
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Morning | Off The Mat
https://txyogi.wordpress.com/2015/07/24/morning
The bright early sun. Eyes blinded by nightly dreams. I still see your face. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Fifty plus year old Network engineer, father, grandfather, webmaster, graphic designer, guitar/bass player, yogi from Texas. View all posts by txyogi. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Dream | Off The Mat
https://txyogi.wordpress.com/2015/07/12/dream
I can smell the warmth. Of the beauty all around. This world is my dream. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Fifty plus year old Network engineer, father, grandfather, webmaster, graphic designer, guitar/bass player, yogi from Texas. View all posts by txyogi. And posted in Poetry. One response to “ Dream. Sorry, your b...
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Why | Off The Mat
https://txyogi.wordpress.com/2014/11/12/why
If you want me here. Remind me of why I stay. Not of why I can’t. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Fifty plus year old Network engineer, father, grandfather, webmaster, graphic designer, guitar/bass player, yogi from Texas. View all posts by txyogi. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0.
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txyogi | Off The Mat
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Fifty plus year old Network engineer, father, grandfather, webmaster, graphic designer, guitar/bass player, yogi from Texas. Still looking for that musical accompaniment…. If I could reach up and. Keep the world held still,. I’d go back three days. With a two dollar bill. Then I’d buy myself some time. To take a little rest. From all of this coincidence. And Mr. Barlow’s test. If you could only look inside. Your organ grinder self,. You would put your monkey down. And set him on a shelf. Click to share o...
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When It Rains | Off The Mat
https://txyogi.wordpress.com/2015/07/10/when-it-rains
They say when it rains that God is crying. Or the devil is whipping his wife. I say it’s neither or maybe it’s both. Or maybe it’s a sign of life. And if I die before I wake. And never catch my breath,. Who would cry a tear for me? Who would mourn my death? I think that love would cry. To lose another soul. For tears are just the beginning;. It’s love that makes us whole. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Follow...
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Black | Off The Mat
https://txyogi.wordpress.com/2014/11/22/black
To breathe in love. And spew such hate. To crush out life. As though it were. But cast out leavings. That held no sway. Over man or woman. And all they loved. Does prick the heart. A fatal wound;. On tongues that sang. Of bright new days,. On life’s last blood. Black clouds have now. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window).
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Fall | Off The Mat
https://txyogi.wordpress.com/2014/11/23/fall
There are leaves falling from the trees. And I feel the decay. And in my dreams. These are the days I feel my end. And know I die alone. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). This entry was posted on Sunday, November 23rd, 2014 at 12:08 PM and tagged with Fall. And posted in Poetry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Sorry, your...