hits like a hammer
memories riding on air
the scent of a thought
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Why is the quiet you find
surrounded by noise and people
more profound than solitude sometimes?
Degrees of each define the moment.
.................................................................
fascinating, yes
the endless chatter of lives
rolling off my skin
click clack clank they crash
glasses and voices in air
clarity is lost
surrounded by noise
I wish I could record this
lives balanced in air
ah, reality
always there still and waiting
takes me by surprise
age doesn't matter
i know my face looks like that
hoping for a dream
and when does it stop?
this search for ourselves outside
look inside my room
to conclude this night
to have everything and naught
what more do I need?
................................................
self serving, self indulgent
it is all that and more
now
............................................
I endlessly laugh at myself.
And enjoy the ride...
surrounded by noise and people
more profound than solitude sometimes?
Degrees of each define the moment.
.................................................................
fascinating, yes
the endless chatter of lives
rolling off my skin
click clack clank they crash
glasses and voices in air
clarity is lost
surrounded by noise
I wish I could record this
lives balanced in air
ah, reality
always there still and waiting
takes me by surprise
age doesn't matter
i know my face looks like that
hoping for a dream
and when does it stop?
this search for ourselves outside
look inside my room
to conclude this night
to have everything and naught
what more do I need?
................................................
self serving, self indulgent
it is all that and more
clear as hope
no greys
see me
I am
hereno greys
see me
I am
now
............................................
I endlessly laugh at myself.
And enjoy the ride...
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
skittering away
a gaze slips past my shoulder
sound of doors closing
here I am again
catching words as they slip by
air thick as honey
falling easily
I trip on expectations
crashing to the ground
...............................................
passing observations, thoughts
that I find very hard to catch lately
there are holes in my net I suppose
and I am left with glimpses
of their receding backs
as they race away...
pulled into the
slipstream
a gaze slips past my shoulder
sound of doors closing
here I am again
catching words as they slip by
air thick as honey
falling easily
I trip on expectations
crashing to the ground
...............................................
passing observations, thoughts
that I find very hard to catch lately
there are holes in my net I suppose
and I am left with glimpses
of their receding backs
as they race away...
pulled into the
slipstream
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
And that is what happens!
Here they are unmolested by my phone.
...........................................................
I dance with the bats
darting diving through shadows
thoughts flash in moonlight
.......................................................
always searching for
that brief moment of connect
eyes deeper than words
......................................................
lives murmur softly
filling the air around me
warm against my skin
Here they are unmolested by my phone.
...........................................................
I dance with the bats
darting diving through shadows
thoughts flash in moonlight
.......................................................
always searching for
that brief moment of connect
eyes deeper than words
......................................................
lives murmur softly
filling the air around me
warm against my skin
I dance with the bats
darting diving through shadows
thoughts flash in moonlight
........................................,.....,,,,
always searching for
that brief moment of connect
eyes deeper than words
........................................,.....,,,,
lives murmur softly
filling the air around me
warm against my skin
........................................,.....,,,,.....
technology....I wrote and posted these in a bistro while sipping an amazing barber d'asti while waiting on a friend
love it
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
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