SHALL WE? (DANCE) |
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There is not more or less or anything
So we think about: learn, learn. learn
And what is there out there?
A world of words that mean nothing
To each their very own
A...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Oct 2009 21:22:00 GMT |
Watching People dig (key word = watching) |
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There is nothing that can change them, him, her, they
Say what you will and all will remain the same
Came down to a minute or two
Few will ever look into thei...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Oct 2009 20:21:00 GMT |
Dancing (quietly) |
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Living in this ever so strange electric world
Where everything shoots by so fast
And I watch every minute of it
While standing in awe
And I will never get ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Oct 2009 16:38:00 GMT |
HOME SWEET HOME (TRAVEL) |
people will ask me "where do you live?"wandering about, I get this a lotin the beginning of this journey the answer was simple"I live in Midland"now Midland feels like a place that I keep my belonging...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 21:58:00 GMT |
FLYING (SOUTH) |
white sand chirping under my feet drums and dancers with bellsand piles of starsmoving to sunsalted lipped style swimmingtrading carved rocks for sand dollarsthis couple from Hawaii has never known th...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 21:48:00 GMT |
ALL SUN (DAYS WITHIN) |
It is all going going gonegoing out to sea daysoil skin and sandy toessand burned back (skimboarding falls)and this is real to meeverything else has gone awaylaundry will be caught up when the rain co...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Aug 2009 22:33:00 GMT |
COASTING (WATER) |
Coasting through coast sun dayseverything is wavesand we drift togethersand in our pocketsbaking wax on a skim boardsshaking off blanketsmoving to clearer waterswe see the fish seeing us seeing themli...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 14:37:00 GMT |
KNOCKING DOOR (INSPIRED) |
Shocking knocking at the doorno one knocks these daysI have already told the Com-cast guy to go awayI am happy with this internet service and don't want to change itbut it was not that it was an angel...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jun 2009 14:03:00 GMT |
music fest (why am I here not there) |
You were almost thereas the music playedbut not close enough to danceI watched the music move your hipsas you flowed across the grassyour ghost held out its handtried to grab and you were goneso I res...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jun 2009 15:48:00 GMT |
HOW CAN I (WORDS?) |
There really are no words for thishow can you pin-point abstraction with words?These words with numerous meaningsI will never be able to describe thismake my thoughts be seen clearlyI try with eyes an...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 22:47:00 GMT |
