Only in your eyes did I see the dawn.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
How Much Is It Worth
how much is it worth
not counting money
If I think I can talk
like a friend to you
and cry, laugh, or smile
for us and you
but then it's only me
trying hard in this way
to say
something
to listen to you
as if I knew
you could really love me
.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Forget That I Ever Said Anything
Not my whispers but
my heart
giving and taking
what's missing
then
I love you - those three words have life in them
now defining a happiness beyond ourselves
you asked me if I want to live in
a world where there is no sadness
but today we are here so we
celebrate the coming of the next second
preparing quickly and updating our lists
and forget that I ever said anything
because I didn't we did
we said them to ourselves
beyond death
how close have we gotten
I can't blame anyone but me
I'm finding that I've diminished
that much.
.
my heart
giving and taking
what's missing
then
I love you - those three words have life in them
now defining a happiness beyond ourselves
you asked me if I want to live in
a world where there is no sadness
but today we are here so we
celebrate the coming of the next second
preparing quickly and updating our lists
and forget that I ever said anything
because I didn't we did
we said them to ourselves
beyond death
how close have we gotten
I can't blame anyone but me
I'm finding that I've diminished
that much.
.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Words Are Behind Us
Deep down words revolve around you
it's a time of dismantling reassembling
all thoughts all together all the time
so tired from the darkness standing up
all night. It's not about words per say
just the opposite they are only the clay
they debate and misplace emotions
the best and worst placed away to
remember the sweep of the hands that swept them
looking north and south for a new language past distant
trees in our journey we find they're walking behind us
to help us be what we feel they are revealed like the magical
hint of rain almost felt on the face seen falling like snow by
the lamp light.
.
it's a time of dismantling reassembling
all thoughts all together all the time
so tired from the darkness standing up
all night. It's not about words per say
just the opposite they are only the clay
they debate and misplace emotions
the best and worst placed away to
remember the sweep of the hands that swept them
looking north and south for a new language past distant
trees in our journey we find they're walking behind us
to help us be what we feel they are revealed like the magical
hint of rain almost felt on the face seen falling like snow by
the lamp light.
.
All Lost In The Breach
Red spread the river
as they tunneled and
stirred
driving deeper and deeper
to ores reserved
the protests to silence
were groomed and cottoned
with heavy scraping hands
dropping through the bottom
and away down the breach
went the bore and the lake
all that remains
a little tugboat
left looking for its wake.
.
.
as they tunneled and
stirred
driving deeper and deeper
to ores reserved
the protests to silence
were groomed and cottoned
with heavy scraping hands
dropping through the bottom
and away down the breach
went the bore and the lake
all that remains
a little tugboat
left looking for its wake.
.
.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
How Long It will Last
is the brilliance of things
attracting some being beings short lived and others
long and what keeps one shining longer is in the
space between them.
Dead giants rocking a world full of
life all circling a star which circles
itself like a billion others but to us
so close it's the only one really important.
.
attracting some being beings short lived and others
long and what keeps one shining longer is in the
space between them.
Dead giants rocking a world full of
life all circling a star which circles
itself like a billion others but to us
so close it's the only one really important.
.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Conspiracy
a conspiracy
of down
slept this head
so much
that it fell silent.
What occurs
in that mystery
behind the
closed eyes
of a child.
the conspiracy
ended and
a conspiracy
began more of
a fellowship of
birds singing
and he awoke
and looked down
upon the conspiracy of dawn.
.
of down
slept this head
so much
that it fell silent.
What occurs
in that mystery
behind the
closed eyes
of a child.
the conspiracy
ended and
a conspiracy
began more of
a fellowship of
birds singing
and he awoke
and looked down
upon the conspiracy of dawn.
.
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.
.
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.
.
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