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Dawn creeps over a thousand dead.

As the battle ends. The day begins; The older soldier is riding now. The rider hides his colder brow.   The wind exhales her first sigh, And a breath skims the surface feathers Of silence...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 21:03:00 GMT

Your Closest Stranger

I met a girl when I was young She knew the sounds that slipped my tongue, Has your singing ended yet? No, Ive only just begun   She took me by my trembling hand And carved our names into the san...
Posted by on Tue, 23 May 2006 22:22:00 GMT

Love, Itself

Love itself is the spark of life, And life is a twinkling eye. Love itself will seek and find All those, before they die.   Tho they may not know or see, When the hand so gently knocks, Drawn to...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Apr 2006 10:24:00 GMT

Good and bad, two ways of moving about your death..

Note: Please read very slowly, allowing yourself every sound, every image your mind sees with each word, each sentence, each pause.. Habituality is the death of life, of essence, caught up in consciou...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Mar 2006 06:22:00 GMT

Teachers

I met a woman long ago her hair the black that black can go, Are you a teacher of the heart? Soft she answered no. I met a girl across the sea, her hair the gold that gold can be, Are you a teacher o...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Feb 2006 02:46:00 GMT

My muse, she brings spring

  Spring is here again Not long ago it seems My heart was buried under snow And overrun with fallen leaves.   And you are so quiet now Voice of the winter sun The harvest of your rays have ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jan 2006 08:05:00 GMT

interesting.. kind of..

as leonard cohen once said.. i'm just a station on your way, i know i'm not your lover.. i'm just a person on my way, i know i'm not a buddhist.. the three fold way is just word, its not the rea...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Dec 2005 16:51:00 GMT