5am pocket verse. |
The freckle in my eye was just a preclusion
our real sight can only be witnessed from the sky
somewhere in the valley you've learned this
before
and we both forgot the riddle of...
Posted by we're all reflections... on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 07:25:00 PST |
to never know death. |
I drove around in my car
for awhile. But, it's not the same
with my heart out the window.
When I arrived at our favorite tree
I heard the bark calling to me for your touch.
I tri...
Posted by we're all reflections... on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 01:15:00 PST |
poetry hour with Neruda. |
Pastoral
I copy out mountains, rivers, clouds. I take my pen from pocket. I note down a bird in its rising or a spider in its little silkworks. Nothing else crosses my mind. I am air, clear ai...
Posted by we're all reflections... on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 12:54:00 PST |
let's leave and go home. |
Your outline is a color only the wind knows as it carries you to me. Come along the umber tidebelow voices on the back of the train.If touch begins in our mindI can feel you thinking. Damnthis breeze ...
Posted by we're all reflections... on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 09:23:00 PST |
untitled. |
the smoke exits like a tightrope caught in a windstormi just want to dance forget about the color of my eyes or the way your breath departs from my bodythe stars don't have to know our namesthey recog...
Posted by we're all reflections... on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 10:34:00 PST |
confession of a storm. |
baby I'm a hurricaneevery molecule in my system is charged and aliveit's different than living, you need this kind of trouble.I'm an electric frieght train sugarso, kiss me noweven when I disperseI st...
Posted by we're all reflections... on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 12:20:00 PST |
worth your time. |
The following is a great article on Laila El-Haddadread up peeps. check out her site. it's nice to have other opinions outside of western media. i don't mean this in a derogatory way, but we're not...
Posted by we're all reflections... on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 07:12:00 PST |
a poem i love. |
is she radiant?she's the Sun'slittle sisterher skin?smoother thanthe lily inGeorgia O'Keefe'smindher lips curvearound a wordlike justicedamn, if i knew her betterI would tell her:you are goddessof the...
Posted by we're all reflections... on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 10:40:00 PST |
the harvest. [revamp edition] |
The smell of soil reminds me I'm aliveIt's closer to the earth and needs breaking to be exposed.When I touch it warmth travels up to the surfaceMaybe contact makes him feel alive too.It is warm now an...
Posted by we're all reflections... on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 08:06:00 PST |
o.O |
Don't you think the stars look prettier when it's chilly outside?i do.it's sweater and heavy cuddling season. yeeeehawcowboy.xoxox
Posted by we're all reflections... on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 10:39:00 PST |
