Red Levees

In the darkness
of morning
I ran outside
ahead of
breached levees

In the expanding width of a distraction
details came speaking through
the shadows I passed.
You can only see them.

The wind came and took
leaves from the trees

The pause that lost
its identity assimilated
like everything else

how is it stopped ?

I have no reason to hide
so I expose myself proudly
without thinking
remaining inadequate
to conclusions
and trusting nothing..




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Recherche

An elegant day

which went like cogs on wheels

all perfectly smooth

Why desire disorder

Units and quarks in harmony

in love with timing gears

and cool ignitions

I wonder about God

and who invented this diary

Cooling down I sip celestial

liquid then momentarily satisfaction

leaves me and I seek new experience

Bound on a wheel of desire

ahead of me celestial fire.

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To Our Friendly Future

I can only be happy if everything is perfect

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Faith

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The Star Girl

Only in your eyes did I see the dawn.

Alegram

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One instant of life is more than all the time there ever is

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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

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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.


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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.


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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.

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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.

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High Wire

"Tightrope" 2011 Acrylic on Canvas

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