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.

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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.


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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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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.

Winter's Teeth

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My world has

collapsed inward

I am still.
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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.

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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.



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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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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.


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The Serpent's Crest

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He is soft

like dawn in the western sky

in his black eyes a young heart burns

to curve steel for his heraldic

crest his hands caress and craft

lures how loud beats the heart faint

heard by passing time.



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In Cluj-Napoka

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A new darkness slowly took possession

of town this evening - unaccustomed to

being it crept slowly in silent folds

trying to understand the place.


It walked up and knocked on porches and was

welcomed into hearts with bolted doors

it sat carefully in minds weary of standing

it settled in iron cages and a tremulous

tinkering rattle was heard through the streets

In Cluj-Napoka once consumed it went on

curiously unnoticed.


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No Horus

I held off the distant
thunder with all my might.
Her eyes flickered but didn't
open.

Holding her gently
I whispered "I am as Horus
to the lip of Thor and
with the might of my heart
I command that thunder cease
so my love be not awakened."
then quietly I fell back
into night's shadow and
a deep sleep.

I awoke mid morning to
suffused tones of grey
and her tired eyes. She hit
me with a pillow smiled and
said "Epic Fail Horus...but at
least YOU got some f'ing sleep!"


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