Am I? |
The wind inside the letterbox,Spiraling up a blade of grass,Looking about the hour,Makes his way home.See through me as I bounceAbout the air and the trees awaitingSeeping through a fix, agape,Affront...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 05:16:00 GMT |
The River |
It ran through our townThrough our fieldsAnd in our homes,As our children grew to men,And our elders__ they moved on,It churned its will and was.It ran through time,Infinity farther apartWith each tur...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 05:15:00 GMT |
Plead 25 (my take on a simple sonnet) |
Should I sing you with lyre or sweet voice hum?Cajole by blade, or by pyre flame lest buryWithin crevice deep, eager dimple, sumGrey hands and lung by rain heaven carried?To He, my love, does this, my...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 05:14:00 GMT |
Fur Elise (!>DLO $@545@8:0) |
Hide the eyes that cloud the skySo full of rain, inward they shy,Leave your kiss and all you know,You have found love, now let it go. Give back the heart you never knew,To the soft eyes you bid adieu,...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 05:11:00 GMT |
Moments |
Out from the vacant hallWhere we once hung our tears to dryYou smile if for a passing thoughtOf the days you've seen gone by. Feel my wrist upon your palmThe beats that linger long since passedBleed i...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 05:10:00 GMT |
The Awakening-ode ut Deus |
The Sun that smiled smiles no more,Upon the heads of those who cry,Shedding light for men who boreCrested shields their pride held high. Fill my lungs with your pressed sigh, Keep the fury the winds i...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 05:08:00 GMT |
Per te... il verso infinto |
Un poesia per il mio sentimento verso un verso infinito-- per un'amore con chui versi e spiegazione sono insoluti: Words by Bob Dylan:They sat together in the parkAs the evening sky grew dark,She look...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 07:44:00 GMT |
Sweet Lord |
If only I had 200 dollars, I could get away. If only I had 200 dollars, perhaps then I'd be healed. People just don't understand. If I only I cou...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 08:21:00 GMT |
The Nylon Curtain |
Life is strange; just when you think you've had enough, it gives you more to hate. I can't even begin to explain all that's happened to me within these last few months, let alone these last few days. ...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 22:39:00 GMT |
A memory reserved for us alone. |
The melody dwindles onward, running feverously in the outskirts of my memory. I remember it well, measure for measure, beat per beat. It was an a...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 14:11:00 GMT |
