____ smoke brushed scarlet skies
hand over a quiet hold of breath
like the formula for wind swept trees
to leave shadows
like the sweet path of elements twined together
shaken still visions
laughing at purpose and thought
...
l
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Saturday, August 18, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
under the eyes
A pair of old moments
you and I
staring at the see back mirror
like big mountains shade over acres of land
Something we are
only dawn understands
leaving remnant red behind
sunday morning's eyes
we are lucky with our
saddle bags full of love
.
you and I
staring at the see back mirror
like big mountains shade over acres of land
Something we are
only dawn understands
leaving remnant red behind
sunday morning's eyes
we are lucky with our
saddle bags full of love
.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
described poorly
the truth
disguised as poetry
sweet company
longing for love
here
as life cheers
in thirsty song
with the face the wind makes
somehow
.
.
.
disguised as poetry
sweet company
longing for love
here
as life cheers
in thirsty song
with the face the wind makes
somehow
.
.
.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
water song
the night sky lifts high
silent and serene
the night rain freshly near
its lyrical language on places
like little mountains
all melting into a pleasing song
.
.
silent and serene
the night rain freshly near
its lyrical language on places
like little mountains
all melting into a pleasing song
.
.
born secretly
Cutting open through the sky
night tides fly
up up and regaining balance
And after the sky
changing
moving between the lines
The broken open awoken
emptied selves of ourselves
blue and blind as the sky
.
night tides fly
up up and regaining balance
And after the sky
changing
moving between the lines
The broken open awoken
emptied selves of ourselves
blue and blind as the sky
.
blood flow
you make me feel
past the cloud of words
a different kind of weather
inside
close between two hearts
.
past the cloud of words
a different kind of weather
inside
close between two hearts
.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
The wobbly legs of life
made new each morning
learning to walk in happiness
to find universal balance
Together
growing into our own souls
deep window enigmas significant
as their missing edges
love rain tears of joy
muted dark
brain branches
with stars on them
.
.
learning to walk in happiness
to find universal balance
Together
growing into our own souls
deep window enigmas significant
as their missing edges
love rain tears of joy
muted dark
brain branches
with stars on them
.
.
Friday, August 3, 2012
shadow of the koala heart
God clouds
rush this world away Into
bright ashes
Dream out the lights
past phrase and imagery
ripping through black ribbons
as religion holds back the dark
somewhere between myself and suffering
a drop of rain
as far away as the stars
.
rush this world away Into
bright ashes
Dream out the lights
past phrase and imagery
ripping through black ribbons
as religion holds back the dark
somewhere between myself and suffering
a drop of rain
as far away as the stars
.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
A moment past the sun
The ocean sways
heavy reaching past my eyes
Amore, to comprehend explanations
the less pooling in my heart
and stepping through the shallowest
notes with perfect consciousness
past thorn trees holding speech
I notice I'm holding my teeth tightly
but still feel the gentle tug from a groaning sky
and the kiss from spring rain's
liquid body
...
heavy reaching past my eyes
Amore, to comprehend explanations
the less pooling in my heart
and stepping through the shallowest
notes with perfect consciousness
past thorn trees holding speech
I notice I'm holding my teeth tightly
but still feel the gentle tug from a groaning sky
and the kiss from spring rain's
liquid body
...
....
Monday, July 16, 2012
to the higgs boson
If you don't have the time by all means
please go on without me
I can empty myself of everything but time
It lays beside my soul quietly passive
like the sky's pressure building
slowly inside our painted landscapes
scrape off the paint you said once
and then there's nothing
as nothing knowing nothing
If this is true
I can wonder,
Looking into your eyes
worth the feeling
the soft length of your
fingers
like the night gently
pushing across the sky
...
please go on without me
I can empty myself of everything but time
It lays beside my soul quietly passive
like the sky's pressure building
slowly inside our painted landscapes
scrape off the paint you said once
and then there's nothing
as nothing knowing nothing
If this is true
I can wonder,
Looking into your eyes
worth the feeling
the soft length of your
fingers
like the night gently
pushing across the sky
...
Sunday, July 15, 2012
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