Day 264:

I thought I didn't understand what people were saying
because they were speaking in an unclear manner
making it hard to follow what they were trying to say
and then I realized it was me.

analyzed and expected
time breathes
and grows and from inside a dream
truth changes
it's voice
chirped but unbroken
and loved ever so
much more

Silence passes as the sun does
as the birds open a passageway
into being
something
near
like the wonder
of words together
like the spark
between up and down heartbeats

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in hearts heard round the world
the longing for something to last

For there to be time for us to
shape our methods and plans

and edit yesterdays yearnings
into innocent wishes

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late concert

putting her heart inside mine
i watch her face from the side
a voice
i hear  break gently

so beautiful
and she may be making up all
the words
i see faces watching
below and beside
me disappear into a cloud
as it rains


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mirror/unmirror

I'm less worried about you throwing me away
than I am about you losing me
when it's too dark for a shadow
too late to search the
spaces between words
what's the difference wondering whether
something will begin or end


or wondering
where this will go now
It means nothing and why I care
is all just in our minds
so we try to make it into something nice
if we have time

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You're not far away

freed
voices still
hiding between words
 
forgetting
ourselves

and night lifted
by a single

torn paper that
became your lips


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old adage

I close my eyes and find you in a dream
a smile in the mirror
instead of a cry

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edited version old age

being up near the old newspaper building
and writing this
- no electric here anymore, hasn't been for
about three years
It made me think about why
some things happen the way they do
And how I wouldn't know if something happened up here.

How after Dave visited, as he was leaving
said "tell me when, ...let me know "
For whatever reason his see you later slightly grimaced smile  burned into
my inner tv screen and I have no
idea what he was talking about . Tell him about what? I have no idea...
and I guess that's why I keep seeing his face
Because I'm still wondering in the back of my mind WTF he was
talking about.

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formula

dawn rises
in
flooded space
all right and wrong


because

sometimes 

it's more fun
to not know
what you mean



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anti mars

reflections on
the antipas movement

in a nutshell
it could be described
as trying to find a median before cementing
a thought's formation
thus being more attuned to a multiplicity of experience
Individuals are viewed as giant sets of subsets.
An example would be "it's November
it may as well be December, therefore it may as
well be Spring",  followed by a pause and then
 "...except in Ohio".

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asleep in circles

Again, pleasantly I  
ask from behind this
moving dream
Is a comprehensive explanation enough?
Perhaps a short story to better change the light

Look how it fills the room  
tugging at my blood
She might take off her
clothes on a day like tonight

However asleep you think you are
there will always be days like this night

through the movement of images a straightening out of tiny
universes defines this unsettled intensity
and every time I wonder if you are looking over my shoulder
hearing  my blood stretching past that airy windowsill
with eyes like mirrored lightning, soft curls
and a dreamy touch


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no holds barred

            Like running away or freezing stiff
        I'd rather be running but
       being eaten frozen stiff
    might be interesting.
     For the first minute wondering
   if you will survive as opposed
  to being chopped up
  on the run

 as If I were there again
 remembering
 it is only me

                                            Yes I do monitor those sleeping demons
                                                 and less so a mischievous fancy
                                             But being unbalanced and looking up
                                                         with every way eyes

A skin that keeps the rain out
not words I'd rather not hear or life

I Pause breathe pause
 into an illusion of self
  shadowing purpose vacuous and looking back.
   We are here now and the strangest part is
      how popular pictures still are.


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east harvest

childhood
looking clouds
talking and weeping
I caress a cloud's s closing eye



And learn to pretend
tears I never grew out of
know how to rest


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