A Writer's Life

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Twenty years of faithhave led me here to this precipitous place, The very edge of my dream

If the wind shifts rightly I can close my eyes and savor its perfume

This dream of mine, a writer's life I was born to live but have yet to attain so I walk as a ghost in the scorching daylight one foot in each world, yet not fully an inhabitant of either

My refusal to relent is born of sheer stubbornness bred from generations of those who did it the hard way those who, I see in some curious way walked their hope with them, To the grave and then a bit beyond.

Garden of Truth

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Everything fliesaway from us eventually

a finite succession of crystalline moments in time are all that we can really call our own

choices allow us to shape each of them before they are frozen in form

In this moment I choose to be grateful, happy and to be kind to you

I will never understand your struggles and mine you can never know

not hallow kindness born of pity from some bleeding heart

but honest kindness that comes from a place of solemn respect for a fellow traveler whose twisted path will eventually lead them to the very same garden of Truth.

The Edge

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this lonely road unfolds you,quells the guilt that scolds you and dulls the fear that holds you in the place you stand today

then the veil is slowly lifted, and wicked lies are sifted once muddled thoughts seem gifted what is there left to find?

once precious ties are severed true an epiphany, you forever knew you no longer worry what you'd do....if the moment's come and gone

so beautiful, this existence when pure truth spans the distance a call that makes Maya whence echoes from heart and mind

until now you’ve failed to see that you're everything you need to be won't you close your eyes and walk with me out to the very edge.

Know Your Name

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In your heartyou know you're ready but the world doesn't know your name

so you forever search and pray for some angel that will find something special in your muse, appreciate the miles walked in your shoes and just be gracious enough to hold open the door

you feel time growing shorter with each sweep of the hands shoo those troubles of the world before they nest in the corners of your mind

In your heart you know you're ready but the world doesn't know your name

a small voice says, don't cry we must crawl and stumble before we leap and fly

you chuckle under your breath in frustration but your soul is resolute you couldn't give up if you tried and oh have you've tried

now you have grown into faith, into your name and it fits. It's destiny, you'll never quit now the world will know your name.

~Eric Vance Walton~

Anything More Is Gravy

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It grew me right upThis blessing, this curse This thing that compelled me To become a reluctant deity Contriving a world and all that Gives it breath

Once the ambrosia of creation Brushes against your lips You rely on its complexity to complete you

this monkey that clings so desperately to my back screeching its words of wisdom Gleaned from lifetimes Of living in this harsh world

To have nothing more than that, would be enough a stone cold faith in these words and that they have somehow changed me, grew me right up Anything more is gravy.

Thank you!

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Much appreciation goes out to my new Wordpress and Twitter followers this weekend!  I hope you enjoy the content and I have to say it's awesome to be communicating with so many people from all over the world: Canada; Norway; Great Britain; Prague...!  This is my dream becoming reality.  With your help, Alarm Clock Dawn is on the road to the NY Times Bestseller List.