Hearts And Roses

Where am I when
this is big enough

feeling deeper than being
has ever been

thinking I'm thinking
about you again.


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Transporters

floats that touch shore
becoming  lighter some drift away

or drive back
in wind
to jump ons and sliding out
quicklies

and the time at sea
and how it's like we've forgotten
everything that's not there.


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The Nice Guy vs. The Bad Boy

We can do things that aren't us
really well some times.
You can't be too open or too
sensitive
about risking everything
by not risking anything and just being

I don't care what four billion people think 
And I certainly don't care what I think.


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Stellate

Many years ago there wasn't even a past
where thinking wasn't thought.

then stars came
and twinkled in words.



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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?

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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?

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Play Ball

Suddenly the sun came out
and I knew it was spring.

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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.


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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.


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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.


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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.



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The Thing I'm Best At

is daydreaming about you.


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