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Break the spirit (The Struggle for Zimbabwe) 9/11 Tribute
For Mark Fogel
Much blood and tears spilled,
Bullets sprayed, Come to my party,
Prayers rise. Were exchanging gifts.
Mind and body hurting,
Spirit will not break.
Many friends present.
The dance is strong. Your physical box has been closed.
Song washes for as long as it takes. Open your spirit box,
This is our land, our heart. What do you see?
The heart of Zimbabwe beats with a never ending Move with the peacefulness of the clouds.
Song and prayer of hope. The downward brook rushing,
A hope that rises as hands and voices raise high With quick wit of the cheetahs sprint.
Looking toward tomorrow and a new beginning. The over and over cycle of the sun and moon,
And know that your family, your friends,
A long tear drop falls for the country of Zimbabwe. Will remember your face, your smile,
I too will add my prayer. Your embrace,
Matt Crichton
Whenever the senses touch these things.
08/11/11 You are loved, you are missed, be free.
Close your eyes, feel the love.
Matt Crichton
8/28/06
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Be Silent. Consume. Die Bikers Bliss
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Bouncy Notes Breath and the Shore (a visualization)
Matt Crichton
10/15/06
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[burning appropriately] Come Sit With Me
Matt Crichton
07/18/06
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Dreaming of Beloved Forest Across the River
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Gorge I-84 Golden Gooses Wild
The way the land opens wide mouth I saw a gray haired gentleman
Bass swimming through. Walking down the hall today.
Wind catches water as white caps, My mind and spirit shouted NO!
Dot the ever changing surface. I do not want to be somewhere comfortable
Tucked away in a nothing closet.
The hills brushed shades of blue gray
Closer ones deeper, I must run wild and free into new territory.
Further ones a lighter hue. No comfort zones allowed at this time.
The yellow dotted highway keeps us in line, Burst me open, a brightly colored orange.
Winding along a barren brown, See all my juicy insides glistening,
Landscapegreen trees the exception. Ripe for the next adventure.
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Grandpas Green Grass Just Be in the Sound
Matt Crichton
8/7/06
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Kufundas Nature Poem In Poem: Middlesex Fells
Matt Crichton
4/14/06
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Sand dollar moon Spirit Spark
Dedicated to Richard
Yo. So lifes a bitch and then you die.
It was light when I walked home last night. That doesnt mean you let the,
I looked up and the sand dollar moon said Hello. Bitter taste in your mind,
Hello I said, now fully aware of the Penetrate everyones food.
Majesty I was observing. Let the hug from a loved one absorb.
Deeper than the deepest blue sea
How many times have you filled, Your soul could imagine.
A sand dollar since Ive opened my eyes?
Too many to count. Let wind outside blow into dusty spirit crevices,
Im glad youre here again to shine, Maybe even spark a fire too.
Your silvery fullness one more time.
Me too said the next person in Gods line.
For what we all see is only as beautiful, On measuring table, spirit only a smolder,
As our heart is open to seeing. Not the red orange crackle.
Go deeper in the silver light. Who could have told you at this moment,
Let this living experience guide you. To lighten up?
And would believing really help your heart?
This is why I exist? Live now.
To pay attention to the beauty around me?
But I was thinking more along the lines of, Matt Crichton
Lighting your walk home. 09/21/06
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08/25/06
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Splintered Glass Stars of Johnson Brook Road
Matt Crichton
09/17/06
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Tea There is a Love
As I walk down the street sipping my tea, There is a love whipping through the trees,
My imagination runs with wild things again. On a warm autumn afternoon.
Lemon spice secrets make my hair tips tingle, While sipping my favorite iced tea.
Sparkle fiery red, orange, and blue.
There is a love that picks up your little,
I sit, trusty mug in hand, Boy and whirls him about,
And witness the Light, Laughing, screaming around and around.
Reflecting in the window.
Its funny how a dogs ear can pickup, There is a love when we are able to reach,
Slightest soundthe sip from a cup, Out to help another human being,
And deep sigh of satisfaction, On their path to love.
As a body burns like the,
Campfire of a little boy. There is a love as pages and pages fall,
Boiling water is ready. With just the words to express,
Those feelings bubbling inside you.
Matt Crichton
11/02/06 There is a love with pure energy
Traveling between the eyes,
Of you and your beloved,
Matt Crichton
10/09/06
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Through My Window Wash I
Through my window:
I see other eyes
Sad, depressed, tired, angry,
I wonder what is inside their window.
Matt Crichton
11/12/06
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Wash II Water Laps at the Shore
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Water Rushing Between My Toes Wide Eyes
Matt Crichton
3/10/06
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Zealands Rambling Babbling, Gurgling, Screaming
Traveling in a new land far from home. I went for hike the other day,
Away from my family and comforts Ive known. Noticed every creek
A distinct awareness of freedom, Even the smallest trickle of water
Hits me with the heaviness of a rock. Had a different voice, if I really listened.
Red fox runs through the woods, Moving around larger boulders,
Jumping over every absurdity in his path. Some water rushes and screams,
Oh when will the world stop! Making big ear-filling sound.
And open itself to starry eyes, Some water gurgles ever so slowly,
Disappearance as I fade into the blackness, Creates good home for lush green moss.
Following bushy tail down the path. Some water babbles at me,
Doesnt wait for a response.
To see for miles and miles of imagination. Tiny trickle in other spots,
How I wish I could wash memory clean, Almost drop by drop,
As the constant pouring of mountain water, I listened carefullymaybe five or ten drops.
Rushes leaves down stream.
I put my fingers in all the creeks,
Stand sill and look up. And found all water,
See the trees, reaching tall, No matter what voice speakingicy cold.
Swaying gently back and forth,
Happy you are among friends. Matt Crichton
6/25/06
Look at each scraggly branch,
Each gently curved pine needle.
Clouds pass overhead.
Geese hurry more than white friends,
Their calls to reform formation.
Remind you of your own group.
Rejoin, and continue the journey,
In natures paradise.
Matt Crichton
11/13/06
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Claritys Search Community of Seekers
Matt Crichton
12/28/06
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Excitement and Delight Flowing
An ebbbut not water.
Not everybody will excite and delight, Its how my life feels.
As you might expect in a story book. Actions, thoughts.
Adventures of excitement:
Coming to your home, almost live.
Stale by three days, or three years. The writingone expression of the moment.
Whichever smells bad first. One moment, there is only breath.
Another moment, body moves gracefully,
My small mundane actions, Through its postures.
Matter to the world.
Even if I dont feel it.
Movements are the expression.
Another momentservice to the larger body.
Spinning Gods eyes in my room,
The crystals method is simple: I feel as one continuous experience,
Colors on my hand rattle with vibrancy. Moment by moment.
Trying to catch a bite-sized rainbow is ever frustrating.
Certain moments recorded, expressed.
And while flying through this wild ride called life, Some more emotion than others,
Ask yourself to consider the fellow passenger, All important in this journey.
Who may just actually be you, your self.
Catch and release gently,
TV screams with violence,
With an occasional joke of truth,
I didnt find this always easy though!
Expertly mixed in. Ebb in. Flow out.
Only watching for ten minutes, Inspiration in. Expression out.
I wonder which one is reality, Movement. Service. Inspiration.
TV, or the real version.
Matt Crichton
10/5/06
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Green Light Shadow Growing Wild
Matt Crichton
2/6/06
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Rebroken Screw the Perfect Life
Matt Crichton
2/6/06
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Seagull and Sunset Space [in] Between
Seagull was flying through wide open sky, Space to slow down.
Space you allow,
When she caught sight of sun, Space in between,
Moving towards the horizon. What is this space?
Why are you sneaking away? Asked seagull.
Sun does not sneak. Im gliding, just as you glide. Between the doing,
Seagull doesnt glide, I sneak. Finds the stillness.
On the outside, where are you going?
How else would I find dinner? Where the inside stills.
Matt Crichton
11/17/06
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Sun Magazine You Can Write
[Why do you read that magazine?] I want you to picture the most,
[So you can look all literary?] Intense experience of your life.
Do you feel it in the marrow,
No, it pulls me out, Of your bones? Good.
Of the hype, the glitter, Describe how it looks, how it feels,
Smooth and firm world. Close your eyes.
To a place where raw, One moment in time.
Necessity of life lives and breathes, From that feeling.
Sometimes screams and groans.
Not pretty and composed. Why, you ask?
Well didnt you hear?
A place deep inside me, Mystery loves company.
A place inside you. My mystery is just beginning.
Can you reach that deep? Will you find yours?
A heart center pulsates; eyeball captures light. Sharpen your pencil now.
[Sounds like some good story.]
[Mind if I take a look?] Matt Crichton
A place where dreams collide with reality, 10/01/06
Then wash away with the evening dishes.
A place where your body reads the words,
And respondsas we sayappropriately.
I thought you werent interested.
Matt Crichton
9/21/06
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Bobbing Sunshine Closing My Eyes to Return to that Place
Walking past the wall in the cool afternoon, The low trees drape branches,
Sunshine bobs up and down, Brown and bare,
In synch with my footsteps. Over glistening rushing water.
Light breeze sways ever so softly.
I remember the bobbing of blue lobster buoy, I wonder if the weight of green leaves,
Up and down in spitting white caps. In summer time pull branches to,
Wind causes sand and water to spray. Touch the shimmering movement.
Matt Crichton
4/8/07
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Exploring Big Apples belly Hurricane water (to uncover roots)
Exploring Big Apples belly from afar. There is a spot I love, on the Charles River.
Light twinkles brightly. Water rushes by two low grown trees,
Up close many realities, Trunks almost touch the white caps.
Spread across the surface. I stand on the path and let my vision blur.
Fast moving water cuts through stillness.
I sip a cup of Monkeys King, I wonder if far away fast moving water,
And realize youve drifted into, Still cuts through stillness of the trees,
Your own tea drop far away. Stillness of the neighborhoods,
A spot of whip cream on the tip of your nose. Stillness of peoples minds.
Discovering your delicious landscape, The water I see has eaten dirt,
Will you allow me a taste? To uncover roots.
Cherry blossoms fill our senses, I wonder if the hurricane water uncovered,
Dont let the water burn this away. Inconvenient truths in its path.
Many steps, many words, one experience, The water I see rushes, but stays within boundaries,
With you as I worry about your pain. Finding all the nooks, cracks and crevices,
My body swirls as it feels the possibility. As water always does.
Does this mean your heart knock grows louder? Does hurricane water stay within boundaries.
What cracks and nooks did it find?
As this moves into memory, remember:
These moments imprinted in our bodies, The water I see is right in front of me.
And know well do it again soon. I can only imagine the water far away.
I miss you and think of you often. The lives lost, the lives saved, the lives changed.
Withdraw a smile from my bank at your Stories and images give only a limited picture.
convenience! Water rushes past two trees.
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Involved Rain Drops (tuned in)
Who knew one canvas purchased many years ago, I went to a concert last night,
A mini version of larger involvement , Eight cellos performing.
Would turn into a house involved by many. Plucking strings as rain drops fell,
On display for heavy wallets, All around me.
In the market for space. This is a love sound for those in the fire.
Blue jazz notes for two.
Trumpets shout as involvement grows deeper. Singing bows warn of coming storm.
Fingers bring the sweetness,
She said Be in the moment Falling all around,
As the raindrop beat a path to, Hitting my naked face.
Wetness glistening on my two lips.
How was I supposed to know, Some strike in synch.
The involvement would end, Others fall to the beat of their own breath.
After last note faded into infinity. I listen intently trying to hear.
Matt Crichton
03/26/07
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Saying Goodbye to the Mountains World is on Fire
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Your Voice I hear One step at a time
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Remembering Grandpa How odd of God
Matt Crichton
2/10/10
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I met a lady Through the Eyes
Do you know how to teach a class? Through the eyes of the mouse,
Scribble a Scooby Doo? Scurrying this way and that,
Do you create stained glass? Looking for food and a twig for his house.
Are a signer at mass?
You are somebody. Through the eyes of the snake.
Lazily basking in sinking afternoon sun.
Do you know how to make a car purr? Not a care for any motions sake.
Are you a leader of many?
Is it big animals you prefer? Through the eyes of the frog.
You are somebody. A chorus of ribbit ribbit ribbit.
Wide eyes awake as darkness covers the bog.
Can you hold a hand?
Give a hug? Through the eyes of the sea lion,
Do you play in a big band? Barking commands to protect his space.
You are somebody, in Gods eyes. Rolling his large body over and over to find a better
place.
Matt Crichton
8/13/10 Through the eyes of a little boy,
Spying white caps from car window.
Dreaming of becoming a big river pilot guiding
convoy.
Matt Crichton
4/23/10
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How ironic that it's all a matter of perspective Find A High Place
Who's perspective do you have? God's or the
world's? Find a high place.
Eye sees far away.
Bigger is better Water, land, clouds, sky:
Most definitely, Opens another unseen eye.
If we're talking about our God print. Heart center opens.
Footprints are for sand and babies. Many memories.
God prints aren't measured by the, Hope lifted high.
Size of your rims or how many inches,
Your truck is jacked up. But, To see a distance,
By the size of your heart as, Brings reflection upon life.
Witnessed by God. Nobody else. Stop for a moment.
Really. Take pleasure in the view.
Come back tomorrow.
He knows all hearts. See God's show anew.
No use trying to hide.
If you allow the trust and love, Matt Crichton
To flood, 8/10/15
Your heart God will show,
Permanent and [mind blowing],
Freedom.
Matt Crichton
8/12/15
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Forest Light at Dusk Hands
Matt Crichton
10/19/15
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In the Breeze Prescription for Fear/Insecurity/Anxiousness/Worry
Matt Crichton
11/12/15
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Sun Kissed Dew drop Sparkles Hallelujah / Portland Cello Project
For Dolores and Brigido
12 cellos.
Sun: shining bright as two hearts One voice.
Stand together. Hallelujah.
Yes hallelujah.
Kissed: by your beloved causes heart to flutter.
Volume and modulation,
Dew: settles on landscape Sync in and out of the sweet spot.
As a return to the If heart is open, tears flow.
Mundane
2 now 1 forge ahead. Quiet mind.
Ears wide open.
Drop: fall into his arms, Listen to the sound.
Wrapping you tight. The soul sings along.
Hearts: joined by a
Promise encircled
By two rings.
Together forever.
Matt Crichton
6/28/15
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Opening the Box Sand Dollars and Superheroes
Matt Crichton
3/2/16
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More space for thoughts/reflections/inspirations Introduction
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Spaceintroduction
for thoughts/reflections/inspirations
If you
ou are interested in writing poetry or making
your poetry better, I have one book suggestion. The
Poetry Home Repair Manual by: Ted Kooser.. It
contains detailed information about editing poetry.
Summarized in a few words: use less words. I found
that I cut out 30-40%
40% of my words after taking the
time and effort to learn from this book. I hope it is
helpful to you.
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