Phantom Pain
I never quite understood
The stories of amputees,
How they still felt the presence
Of a missing limb.
I never quite understood,
Until I lost you.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Plans Fall Through
Torn between the soft slumber of safety
And the disturbing danger of desire
I calculate my remaining days and wonder,
Is there meaning here?
There are many who would answer for me,
Who would describe and prescribe,
Who would cleanse my confusion
With a plan.
Plans fall through.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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When Do You Say?
When you start praying
When do you say:
Now I can put
All my praying away?
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Imagine
If you are not living the life you imagined,
Imagine the life you are living.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Can We Still Be Friends?
Please don’t misunderstand
When I say I hate you
And call you a stupid jerk
Who never should have been born.
You should know me better than that!
Just because I will not speak to you
And block your texts and emails,
Just because I never want to see you again
Doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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If I Could Choose
Yeah,
Heaven may be swell,
For a while,
But what do you do with all you’ve experienced,
All you’ve learned?
Do you just sit around with family and friends,
Drinking wine at sunset,
Forever?
If I could choose my soul’s progression,
My soul’s destiny,
I would take all that I know,
All that I am
And be the seed of a new world.
Imagine being the initiating spirit,
The infusing spirit of a new existence,
For better or for worse,
The spirit that inspires,
The spirit that destroys,
Or something in-between,
Something complex,
Something that grows beyond its beginnings,
Something that evolves,
Kind of like planet Earth,
Which makes me wonder
Just what kind of erratic genius gave birth to this world?
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Imaginary
If your paradise is an illusion,
Yet you believe you are in paradise,
Feel like you are in paradise,
Who is to say this is not real?
If your love is imaginary,
Yet it keeps you alive and dreaming,
Writing long love letters late at night,
Hoping, always hoping,
Until the oxygen finally runs out,
Who is to say this is not real?
Even if your heaven is a dream,
You can still live there.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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In My Dark Hours
In my dark hours,
Deserted,
Miserable,
Without hope of redemption,
In a world grown cold and colorless,
In the depth of my most personal failures,
I hear a soft voice,
Speaking calm words
With tenderness and tenacity,
Slipping through the black curtain
Of my defeat,
Pulling me back to life
From the perilous ledge
Of despair.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Today Is Her Birthday
Today is her birthday,
And each year as I grow old,
On this day I will measure
Her mark upon my soul.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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