Monday, August 17, 2009

A Series Of Shorts



The little things

gone wrong

are that which

will drive men

over the edge.


A passionate release

is all you need to

reaffirm life.


How sound in motion

moves us so

is a mystery best left

unexplained.


Our primitive beat

sustains us,

that same beat amplified

moves us.


Dance and Sing

when you are alone,

Dance and Sing

when everyone is with you

and move together as one.


You asked me what love was

and all I could do

was look into your eyes.


Run through the fields

with the breeze

at your back

and the wide open sky above.


We are magnificent creatures

not yet fully realized in our potential.


Touch becomes the most valuable sense

in a world that breeds a glassed off sense of community.


There is no objectivity in world

of abject beauty and desolation.


Never trust someone

who is absolute in their convictions

nor anyone who believes in nothing.



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