Good Deeds and Hard Work as Karma Collateral |
It does not work like this. You can devote all of your energy to something and the true pay off comes only when you are not always expecting a return. Doing good deeds and sewing positivity only comes...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 09:23:00 GMT |
Grateful...for what its worth... |
When were you to surface in a quiet conversation or a thunderclap? And now were you a crow's beak, black against the sky, or a neon light? The glow was soon eclipsed of the fireflies that ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 01:59:00 GMT |
The Bottom of my Stocking... |
About three days ago, my good friend Josh Goode and I engaged in a debate. That debate being - which one of us was the better poet. Those who know me also know that I have been wrting p...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 17:56:00 GMT |
We were hungry |
An ode to thee we belt with effervescent songs of infinite appreciation.
Like an undying mist on the glazed mountain caps or the warmth of the sun on our faces you are there.
Fuel to feed the fires th...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Nov 2006 14:21:00 GMT |
365 days too long |
Can we keep eternity in a bottle and place it on the shelf like the wine we sipped just a short time ago?
Can we drink ourselves silly on this like we used to on our feelings for one another?
I rememb...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Nov 2006 00:01:00 GMT |
Stand with you |
Realizations of mortality brush by thoughts of what might have been.
There's this friction that comes in waves and chirps of the loudest silence that can be heard.
The clock strikes and way too soon ...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 18:18:00 GMT |
One closes...Another always opens |
A neophyte in the face of something felt as too real to be true, with thoughts in these pockets and feelings in shoes
Questions that rise in the midst of demise of ineffable throbbing hearts pounding,...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 18:14:00 GMT |
random |
So I'm sittin' here smokin' a grit with a cockroach and I decided I need a hiatus from normalcy.
I reach into the back pocket of my brain and pull out a thin slender bottle opener that was a gift from...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 16:07:00 GMT |
Apto Quod Victum |
What foregoes that which we hold most dearly inside?
Compositions of reasons and revelations encroach the vast existence of that which our souls yearn for.
So where is my heart piercing needle in this...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 16:01:00 GMT |
