Many years ago there wasn't even a past
where thinking wasn't thought.
then stars came
and twinkled in words.
.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
unfiltered
a mile down past the smile
i don't know about noise
music or silence but I can hear
the unfiltered grounds
they tell me
are verticality
and moving together
but I'm horizontal and it looks like I'm going to stay that way.
what's leaning when you've fallen already?
.
i don't know about noise
music or silence but I can hear
the unfiltered grounds
they tell me
are verticality
and moving together
but I'm horizontal and it looks like I'm going to stay that way.
what's leaning when you've fallen already?
.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
To Sons And Daughters
I open a book and
a new life begins
as I turn the pages
my fingers crease
and soil the parchment
Can books read themselves?
.
a new life begins
as I turn the pages
my fingers crease
and soil the parchment
Can books read themselves?
.
The Day After
Out of windows fell
our companion sea
it grasped and clasps to the
layers of earth around us.
begin the recording
of train sounds calling out
resolved to make headlines
in the early edition
from the back of the movie house
observing the process of everything again
and all the kings are the kind kind.
.
our companion sea
it grasped and clasps to the
layers of earth around us.
begin the recording
of train sounds calling out
resolved to make headlines
in the early edition
from the back of the movie house
observing the process of everything again
and all the kings are the kind kind.
.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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A poem for everyone.
New light warms melting ice
and the old chill is gone.
This is flying, gathering smiles
visible lines
An advancing nature
and the mind jumped over the sky.
.
New light warms melting ice
and the old chill is gone.
This is flying, gathering smiles
visible lines
An advancing nature
and the mind jumped over the sky.
.
The Path That Ever Was
slowly
up the steps moved a tired heart
in dream sounds towards restoration
thanks to a soul nearby
on the path that ever was.
.
.
up the steps moved a tired heart
in dream sounds towards restoration
thanks to a soul nearby
on the path that ever was.
.
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Nothing At All
I write on white leaves
and leave my mark
in the room of a house I never built.
I close my eyes and hear
the faint rumble of voices through
the door and think.
if I can hear, I must have ears
and that noise is the beginning
and eternity is nothing at all.
.
and leave my mark
in the room of a house I never built.
I close my eyes and hear
the faint rumble of voices through
the door and think.
if I can hear, I must have ears
and that noise is the beginning
and eternity is nothing at all.
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
The Way You Are Lifts Me Above Everything
gliding high
above the trees
soaking up the
silvered light
warming the seas.
.
above the trees
soaking up the
silvered light
warming the seas.
.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Helicopters
What is happiness
hidden by the solar sky
pinched sugar held
in the high endurance of light breathing
we escaped standing
our feet aired
in a solar song our song
in a ditch pitched high zero to the bones .
.
hidden by the solar sky
pinched sugar held
in the high endurance of light breathing
we escaped standing
our feet aired
in a solar song our song
in a ditch pitched high zero to the bones .
.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
One Summer's Day
A quick croak and then
memory was dead
and the sky, the empty sky, filled
with haze, endless haze.
plaster and the sculptor was finished
and god created a war on poetry
the end of Xanadu.
.
memory was dead
and the sky, the empty sky, filled
with haze, endless haze.
plaster and the sculptor was finished
and god created a war on poetry
the end of Xanadu.
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