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The Way We Live

Woven into a living fabric
an item of clothing that was a gift
that became meaningful and was
unintentionally ruined,
like ourselves,
given this gift ruined by us
on every scale,

bleeding the globe
bleeding our personal souls
and their need in the actual
living of life,

do not accept the formula passed
down as necessary,
whatever it is or was for you,
cycles of poor trailer-trash shit
uneducated and pregnant
neglected and unfair
given an inheritance of the burdens
heavy, sick as sin,
inescapable, cry-able,

spiders that spin webs to trap
themselves and eat their own hearts
and burrow into their own flesh and
poison the tissue that connects our
hearts to each other, our minds
to a future and our spirits to the earth,
a poisoned vein that sprouts, stunted,
toxic roots, spills the overflow into
and back out of us
so we all hurt the ones we love
hurt ourselves and this place we live in
so warmness feels uncomfortable and
misery normal,

label it whatever you want,
create the form it manifests for you,
call it a disorder or depression
make it a substance abuse problem
treat the symptoms of misery
and stay in it forever because
it’s become normal,

or claim it unacceptable,
pick up the shit you’ve
been given, smear it on
your face as war paint
smile and say, “fuck it”,
I’m going to play the
hand I’ve been dealt.

Kyle McHale          2016

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The Keeper

The farewell light, the watch tower,
The candle keeper up so late,
The flickering thoughts, the sadness stays
When off go those but some must wait.

One day upon returning, maybe never,
The coastline torch that was left behind,
The keeping light may have changed hands
But the light still stays for those to find.

Aged old man are you the one
Who sent me off those years ago?
Are you the one who keeps the light?
Are you the one who guides my soul?

A ship amongst a lonely shore,
A night hanging low in moonlit air.
Fade away into the world then
Find light from a man with silver hair.

Tell him a tall-tale or two,
Watch the light and share his drink,
Do not forget he keeps the shore,
And as you talk, he will watch as he will think.

Kyle McHale      2012

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The Spoken Truth

The truth is spoken by the world,
It speaks in form of natural song,
You will find yourself in nature,
In yourself there will be God.

Kyle McHale      2012

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Remember to Live

So remains a clear picture in the night,
Half forgotten, off centered, on the wall,
Some room of forgotten candles and wood,
Where moon sees its light on that picture fall.

In this hour the picture is perfect,
Remembered by and painted by light,
A man in that picture standing at
Some high valley stream absorbing his sight.

If it were so to cut out of life
A still piece memory of faith dreaming
Real hopes, perfection driven moonlit landscapes
With true uncertain guides, not plain predicting.

Find me in that lofty moment to freeze,
To capture what will never be again,
A moment of real love, inner faith,
Spirit warming from a real friend,

A first mountain morning mist that lifts away,
A snow covered east-lee wood that whispers,
Moments of greatest loss and greatest gain,
Of midnight madness and shifting mixtures.

Throw those moments in a hidden room of
Misplaced items, lost gathering places,
Where deformed, disconnected from the living,
Hoping to catch lost wandering faces.

But only catching moon light is enough,
Forever living moments need themselves
And a touch of all that midnight light to
Truly dance and breathe with content on shelves.

All that’s past and captured, lost and remembered,
Where is that unknown link from us to them?
That they lived, danced, dreamt for us may be enough,
Enough to love that spirit light again.

To see what is and forever will be,
For who we are is who we were,
Amongst the characters of the absurd
Resides some truth, half clear and half pure.

Lock the door to live again,
Join the man at that high valley stream,
Carrying the truth, the love, the light, the right,
Into the living past and present, into the dream.

Kyle McHale      2010

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The World Knows but I Can Hear

Wake up this morning, leave the house,
Go past the streets, the parks the air.
Find the start of that dirt trail,
Sun-glowing ferns are waiting there.

Listen for them to let you in,
And know of their glowing kingdom,
Follow the way in true pursuit,
And if they glow warm then let them,

Then call out, call out, call out my dear,
Let the world know all your fears,
Send them off to wish you well,
The world knows now that you tell.

Find the forest stream flowing slow,
Let natural shadows flicker sweet,
Let dancing light across your face,
And water fall across your feet.

Step up in light on rock out there,
Let air and stream and green swim by,
The way leaves filter warming light,
From cold space down through warm blue sky,

Then call out, call out, call out my dear,
Let the world know all your fears,
Send them off to wish you well,
The world knows now that you tell.

Light can dance funny out of streams,
Type of deceptive purity,
Pure with shadows among the scene,
Put trust in you, my honesty

To live and forgive hearts trouble.
The way home is here but not yet,
Not until this place is yours,
The way you came you must forget,

Then call out, call out, call out my dear,
Let the world know all your fears,
Send them off to wish you well,
The world knows now that you tell.

Start again with those glowing thoughts,
Pleasant land with lights revive
Gifts my dear has for this world
And add my gifts while I’m alive.

I’ll show myself at setting sun,
And let you know you’re not alone,
I’ll still wait till your heart is full,
Then hand and hand I’ll show you home.

Hold on, hold on, hold on my dear,
Free yourself from all your fears,
Hold on, hold on, hold on my dear,
The world knows but I can hear.

Kyle McHale     2009

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