comes and goes
Like in moving air where it may
traveling through the mornings
finding winter then sunshine in
the dark cold left right of quiet
And when you turn your head
it's there, living in walls and seconds
in love with the everything about us
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Everything About Us
It was this then, that in time
comes and goes
Like in moving air where it may
traveling through the mornings
finding winter then sunshine in
the dark cold left right of quiet
And when you turn your head
it's there, living in walls and seconds
in love with the everything about us
comes and goes
Like in moving air where it may
traveling through the mornings
finding winter then sunshine in
the dark cold left right of quiet
And when you turn your head
it's there, living in walls and seconds
in love with the everything about us
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Mary
Rosy as sunsetting hair
and eyes colliding
a pin stuck in his hand
a thorn of plenty
As the black -
As the dove tailed bird
flew accross the -
the bird swept the sky
and the animal in me
said I would never fly
reptiles at my feet aloud squeak
the queen has killed the king and
left him to memory
In the dismal twilight I awoke
like the smoke from a chimney rising
I climbed out of bed and there before
my eyes lay the lady of the skies.
.
and eyes colliding
a pin stuck in his hand
a thorn of plenty
As the black -
As the dove tailed bird
flew accross the -
the bird swept the sky
and the animal in me
said I would never fly
reptiles at my feet aloud squeak
the queen has killed the king and
left him to memory
In the dismal twilight I awoke
like the smoke from a chimney rising
I climbed out of bed and there before
my eyes lay the lady of the skies.
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A Soft Light
Inside my eyes lies the blue and purple
sea and a million lights from within this
cell of vibrancy breath a splotchy thing
it swims as the ethereal jellyfish pulsing
a soft light in the darkness.
.
sea and a million lights from within this
cell of vibrancy breath a splotchy thing
it swims as the ethereal jellyfish pulsing
a soft light in the darkness.
.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
The Return On Tomorrow
In grey golds the wandering feet of night stood still
circled by sorrow below nesting birds such was the
pause that an audience of whispers rose into the sky
but interest waned as it always had and all withdrew
into the uncontrolled memories racing in the undergrowth
examining sideways the stars in their eyes as passers by
thrown folded into yesterday like pennies tossed on the road.
.
circled by sorrow below nesting birds such was the
pause that an audience of whispers rose into the sky
but interest waned as it always had and all withdrew
into the uncontrolled memories racing in the undergrowth
examining sideways the stars in their eyes as passers by
thrown folded into yesterday like pennies tossed on the road.
.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Notes From A Heart Flying
I think ahead
leaning on full speed
calling all stars
a shout out to your revolutions.
The clear of pure waters reflects a sky
caught in the magnificence of your smile
in glass prints a face
in the close of space between us.
.
leaning on full speed
calling all stars
a shout out to your revolutions.
The clear of pure waters reflects a sky
caught in the magnificence of your smile
in glass prints a face
in the close of space between us.
.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The Now Of I Love You
Blue falls on the river
tonight falling and recoiling
in a splashing wave of stars
like frozen rain.
I miss the most of you that
I know which is a little piece
of something small but powerful
No burning flames no one the
sames just the now of I love you.
.
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tonight falling and recoiling
in a splashing wave of stars
like frozen rain.
I miss the most of you that
I know which is a little piece
of something small but powerful
No burning flames no one the
sames just the now of I love you.
.
.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
A Christmas Tale (my card for 2010)
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..
I shut down my site so I wouldn't be tempted to post. I have to devote all my time without any distractions to my business during the second and third weeks of December. On reflection, maybe it's a little weird to do that.
I guess I'll just leave this note up for a while instead of deleting my blog.
When I was a kid I enjoyed Christmas so that's what I try to think about during the holidays...I hope you all have a nice holiday season.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
I Love You So What
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If only I was not afraid
to touch the sky!
Alas, I have no monkey's
tail with which to try
and grasp that skinny
branch upon thy bough
that reaches out too close
for me to ever know.
.
If only I was not afraid
to touch the sky!
Alas, I have no monkey's
tail with which to try
and grasp that skinny
branch upon thy bough
that reaches out too close
for me to ever know.
.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
The Word
improbable
its crushed smile
suffocates.
It sentences to hunger
then puts into empty
pockets coins of desire
soon spent decorating
the mind.
Unkind and pitiless
it is more savage
than impossible.
.
its crushed smile
suffocates.
It sentences to hunger
then puts into empty
pockets coins of desire
soon spent decorating
the mind.
Unkind and pitiless
it is more savage
than impossible.
.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Ode To Earth Island
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O Beauty Born of Barren Rock,
O Mortal Sculptor's Dream.
What unknown miracle beheld Thy shores,
Of the Void and the lifeless sea.
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O Beauty Born of Barren Rock,
O Mortal Sculptor's Dream.
What unknown miracle beheld Thy shores,
Of the Void and the lifeless sea.
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The Kiss
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Afternoon knelt against
evening immature weeping
blanketed in rain purified
the soft red hills clustered in
distant shadows hid the
conventions and devices of
love.
.
Afternoon knelt against
evening immature weeping
blanketed in rain purified
the soft red hills clustered in
distant shadows hid the
conventions and devices of
love.
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