where are the words now
in your hands and in your tongue
they seek to be heard
remember your words
no more broken promises
start to live again
wetness of the rain
reminder of memories
touching your brown hair
a home by the sea
often we talked about this
two of us at peace
words know what to say
if you wish to give them life
immortality
alone in your room
music plays in the morning
quiet and peaceful
bland sadness of words
is the page speaking to you
listen to it's truth
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Saturday, February 18, 2017
Friday, September 11, 2015
Sedoka #1
rise to greet the sun
quiet hours in this new day
bare arm resting on covers
golden hair fields light
flicker of life in your eyes
lips taking the shape of words
quiet hours in this new day
bare arm resting on covers
golden hair fields light
flicker of life in your eyes
lips taking the shape of words
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Saturday, November 24, 2012
-done
30, 29
We keep falling
28, 27-
We still descend
26, 25-
We're barely alive
24, 23-
Crashing through branches of a tree
22, 21-
This is nothing fun
20, 19-
What I've heard I've unseen
18, 17-
Fists squeezed tight
16, 15-
Become unstuck
14, 13-
Closer, closer
12, 11-
Who watches from above
10, 9-
establish rhyme
8, 7-
steps to Heaven
6, 5-
exiting essence
4, 3-
near finality
2, 1-
become un
We keep falling
28, 27-
We still descend
26, 25-
We're barely alive
24, 23-
Crashing through branches of a tree
22, 21-
This is nothing fun
20, 19-
What I've heard I've unseen
18, 17-
Fists squeezed tight
16, 15-
Become unstuck
14, 13-
Closer, closer
12, 11-
Who watches from above
10, 9-
establish rhyme
8, 7-
steps to Heaven
6, 5-
exiting essence
4, 3-
near finality
2, 1-
become un
Monday, July 9, 2012
The Way Things Are
The way a flower opens its petals.
The way wind can slam a door closed.
The way lovers commune.
The way artists re-imagine life.
The way plants take root in cracks of concrete.
The way new land rises from the sea.
The way cars crash on roads late at night.
The way life is born.
The way we take pleasure.
The way we peer through windows.
The way silence must be filled.
The way all stories eventually end in loss.
The way we like the familiar.
The way we need answers.
The way ambiguity is.
The way some are always alone.
The way we can never experience the same moment.
The way obscurity toils.
The way we need to divide.
The way we cannot find peace.
The way happiness is an open-ended answer.
The way days end.
The way a body decays .
The way the world is impartial.
The way mad men tower over us.
The way voices speak all at once.
The way thought enters consciousness.
The way chemicals create reaction.
The way drink numbs.
The way nothing is enough.
The way that that could be.
The way they never took.
The way we never considered.
The way we do not.
The way fire burns.
The way ants march.
The way old books age.
The way past dulls in color.
The way smell triggers memory.
The way it used to be.
The way seasons dictate our lives.
The way belief believes.
The way no one has yet found.
The way grammar orders.
The way you hear this.
The way rain falls.
The way an umbrella opens.
The way the wind rattles windows.
The way you are.
The way a child grows.
The way some remain unchanged.
The way the world is.
The way everything must be.
The way we change.
The way we do not.
The way stones rest.
The way pebbles skip across a pond.
The way a blue orb appears in a black sky.
The way light from dead stars reach us.
The way this must seem.
The way things were.
The way wind can slam a door closed.
The way lovers commune.
The way artists re-imagine life.
The way plants take root in cracks of concrete.
The way new land rises from the sea.
The way cars crash on roads late at night.
The way life is born.
The way we take pleasure.
The way we peer through windows.
The way silence must be filled.
The way all stories eventually end in loss.
The way we like the familiar.
The way we need answers.
The way ambiguity is.
The way some are always alone.
The way we can never experience the same moment.
The way obscurity toils.
The way we need to divide.
The way we cannot find peace.
The way happiness is an open-ended answer.
The way days end.
The way a body decays .
The way the world is impartial.
The way mad men tower over us.
The way voices speak all at once.
The way thought enters consciousness.
The way chemicals create reaction.
The way drink numbs.
The way nothing is enough.
The way that that could be.
The way they never took.
The way we never considered.
The way we do not.
The way fire burns.
The way ants march.
The way old books age.
The way past dulls in color.
The way smell triggers memory.
The way it used to be.
The way seasons dictate our lives.
The way belief believes.
The way no one has yet found.
The way grammar orders.
The way you hear this.
The way rain falls.
The way an umbrella opens.
The way the wind rattles windows.
The way you are.
The way a child grows.
The way some remain unchanged.
The way the world is.
The way everything must be.
The way we change.
The way we do not.
The way stones rest.
The way pebbles skip across a pond.
The way a blue orb appears in a black sky.
The way light from dead stars reach us.
The way this must seem.
The way things were.
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