finite
endlessly, I wait
only to find I am there
waiting for myself
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
a couple
3am
I am still awake
trapped in twisted veils of dark
a quiet hostage
beneath
under my closed eyes
I am naked to the night
dreams brushed on my skin
I am still awake
trapped in twisted veils of dark
a quiet hostage
beneath
under my closed eyes
I am naked to the night
dreams brushed on my skin
Sunday, March 29, 2009
from saturday night.....
night stroll
walking to the stars
I step out into the night
and greet each by name
chilling
outside, in their world
I watch people run their race
and an ice cold beer
stream
under a night sky
contemplating life's currents
I go with the flow
walking to the stars
I step out into the night
and greet each by name
chilling
outside, in their world
I watch people run their race
and an ice cold beer
stream
under a night sky
contemplating life's currents
I go with the flow
Saturday, March 28, 2009
saturday
as they come today
one on top of another...
emerge
standing on the edge
I fall into your dark pools
and come out renewed
stretch
quietly waking
the day blinks in the sunlight
night closes her eyes
early
blue washes the air
white sunlight fills the morning
the day is rising
one on top of another...
emerge
standing on the edge
I fall into your dark pools
and come out renewed
stretch
quietly waking
the day blinks in the sunlight
night closes her eyes
early
blue washes the air
white sunlight fills the morning
the day is rising
Friday, March 27, 2009
chaos revised
search
stirred by the wind
my passion swept into words
landing at your door
....................................
[my words are oftentimes just that
or vehicles in which attempt to define/describe
despite what might be inferred]
........................................
it is difficult to map the process of change/growth
the words and thoughts can be slippery
hard to focus on, hard to hold
sometimes it works
other times, well you get the picture
I have a feeling this weekend will have
more than a few attempts
there is too much stirring about
chaos needing a voice
stirred by the wind
my passion swept into words
landing at your door
....................................
[my words are oftentimes just that
or vehicles in which attempt to define/describe
despite what might be inferred]
........................................
it is difficult to map the process of change/growth
the words and thoughts can be slippery
hard to focus on, hard to hold
sometimes it works
other times, well you get the picture
I have a feeling this weekend will have
more than a few attempts
there is too much stirring about
chaos needing a voice
Thursday, March 26, 2009
a small look
there was a changing wind today....
swept up
I twist, rise and fly
on the back of a cold wind
fierce wild smile
swept up
I twist, rise and fly
on the back of a cold wind
fierce wild smile
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
more visits to the dark
blink
watching the night grow
rising from the horizon
deep indigo eyes
..........................
barriers dissolve in the night
like lovers talking in the dark
one ends where the other begins
words float free
and find their way quicker
thoughts are pulled
from deep wells
to be shared
as cool wine sipped
with a sprinkling of stars
that dance over the tongue
straight to the heart
watching the night grow
rising from the horizon
deep indigo eyes
..........................
barriers dissolve in the night
like lovers talking in the dark
one ends where the other begins
words float free
and find their way quicker
thoughts are pulled
from deep wells
to be shared
as cool wine sipped
with a sprinkling of stars
that dance over the tongue
straight to the heart
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
sat 03.21.09 PM
I went out into the desert this evening
with each step
my heart slows
my breath deepens
I still the mind
and let the horizon
wash over me
blue waves
tipped with rose gold light
I am pulled out into the ocean of night
.........................
recognition
deep in your smile
and the corners of you eyes
a familiar place
revealed
shutting out the noise
you search for your own music
and find the deep chords
(none needed.....iiwii - it is what it is)
with each step
my heart slows
my breath deepens
I still the mind
and let the horizon
wash over me
blue waves
tipped with rose gold light
I am pulled out into the ocean of night
.........................
recognition
deep in your smile
and the corners of you eyes
a familiar place
revealed
shutting out the noise
you search for your own music
and find the deep chords
(none needed.....iiwii - it is what it is)
sat 03.21.09 AM
from yesterday evening......
instant
I took a breath and
there, poured from under grey clouds
a gentle gold light
..................................
in the past I had always turned to colour
paints, pastels, pencil
to try to define how I see the world around me
now I am trying the same with words
whether it's working or not
I find it very satisfying
instant
I took a breath and
there, poured from under grey clouds
a gentle gold light
..................................
in the past I had always turned to colour
paints, pastels, pencil
to try to define how I see the world around me
now I am trying the same with words
whether it's working or not
I find it very satisfying
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
a minor chord
caress
my shadow dances
a lovers dance with sunlight
long, gliding, glances
I watched the shadows
racing over the desert today
to amazing music
which magnified my sight
and cleared my vision
removing me to one of those
close-by, parallel universes
that existing in plain sight
at the edge of our daily lives
it just takes a small twist of the dial
to change the view in front of us
and see what has always been there
my shadow dances
a lovers dance with sunlight
long, gliding, glances
I watched the shadows
racing over the desert today
to amazing music
which magnified my sight
and cleared my vision
removing me to one of those
close-by, parallel universes
that existing in plain sight
at the edge of our daily lives
it just takes a small twist of the dial
to change the view in front of us
and see what has always been there
Sunday, March 15, 2009
03.15.09 PM
suspended
the day draws a breath
as the sun slides towards night
I am filled with now
an evening walk
moving through twilight colours
time is suspended in this light
the day draws a breath
as the sun slides towards night
I am filled with now
an evening walk
moving through twilight colours
time is suspended in this light
Saturday, March 14, 2009
03.14.09
vision
I watched a stone
grow lazily in the sun
rising above me
.............................
reaching and gathering
plugging up holes
rebuilding my stores
redefining my...self, if you will
this can't be rushed
nor is it a straight line
the twists and turns
clearly visible on this page
obviously so
yes
I watched a stone
grow lazily in the sun
rising above me
.............................
reaching and gathering
plugging up holes
rebuilding my stores
redefining my...self, if you will
this can't be rushed
nor is it a straight line
the twists and turns
clearly visible on this page
obviously so
yes
Friday, March 13, 2009
lunch break
underside
in the desert sun
a pale pink shell glows softly
water memories
captive
surreal, the desert
held to the earth by the sun
it tolerates us
in the desert sun
a pale pink shell glows softly
water memories
captive
surreal, the desert
held to the earth by the sun
it tolerates us
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
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