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the line unseen connecting every living thingthe chase that never finishes and the forgotten startthe painted word wrapped in memorys artthe first hello without sound and the subsequent smilewe dance...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Nov 2009 00:10:00 GMT |
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EchoingShe comes and goesI, entrancedStare at the screen before meBluest skyChasing the horizons moonEnveloped in a brightnessFelt, not seenTips of fingersTease the cupJust before my lips find its ed...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Oct 2009 00:25:00 GMT |
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we are like fish out of wateropen and gasping with needand never quenched
Posted by on Sun, 13 Sep 2009 12:14:00 GMT |
gathering |
racing like the demonleft behind a lifetime agotearing through timescreaming your namelike the constant ringyou cant pinpointand no one else can hear growing ever louderlike the incessant caw of crow...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 17:27:00 GMT |
Manzanita |
The sun sets over a sky blue oceanas pink and orange clouds catch windows.For today, most have left this cold coastturning their backs to wind and water.She chooses to head off the sun,walking with th...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 05:16:00 GMT |
we are the air we breathe (as you would do the same for me) |
i will take allthat each one of you has given meand make it as fulland wholeas you could ever dreamthe ripest fruit to beplucked from the glittering treesonly to be given backto youagain and again
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 11:02:00 GMT |
clock |
to not get tangled upin the chaseforgetting the reason you frayedthe last threadfor the next shade of greenthe turning of it allhums hard and loud in your headbeating the blood throughoutand lighttoo ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 13:18:00 GMT |
untitled |
the wind spoke of snow this morning
warning the pine needles
and bare branches
before the first flake
and i with my coffee,
wait for my toast,
watching the white
as it wants to accumulate.
we're ready...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 19:24:00 GMT |
Poised |
Tired and caught up
in this 'world.'
aren't you?
Forgetting the direction
before the starting point.
At the latest hour,
we sit and stare,
entranced by the becoming
translated through what has been,
...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 23:46:00 GMT |
River’s Edge |
I look out upon this river,
The water's journey never ending,
And I am struck
Like the tree split in a storm.
Thoughts carry downstream
As I stand taking in the northwest sun,
While my neighbors task ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 23:27:00 GMT |
