I will not fight it
my heart will love where wanted
and sometimes where not
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
looking up at you
I fall through the open doors
so easily lost
...................................................................
there is no telling when this will happen
without warning and no place to hide
sliced open...exposed...released
finally to become weightless
climbing the velvet night
a clear searing flame
soars deeply over
endless waves
vulnerable
powerful
crashing
falling
rising
you
.................................................................
I explore through words. Who I am, what I am learning..experiencing.
This is only my view, and all it ever can be. A small slice at best.
It is not easy to be so exposed, but...necessary.
I fall through the open doors
so easily lost
...................................................................
there is no telling when this will happen
without warning and no place to hide
sliced open...exposed...released
finally to become weightless
climbing the velvet night
a clear searing flame
soars deeply over
endless waves
vulnerable
powerful
crashing
falling
rising
you
.................................................................
I explore through words. Who I am, what I am learning..experiencing.
This is only my view, and all it ever can be. A small slice at best.
It is not easy to be so exposed, but...necessary.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
alright,
the wind has changed
the light grows long
I cannot stop what it does to me...
Love it/crave it/dread it
.....................................................
standing in one place
years in front and behind me
running standing still
stop, listen, and tell
me...do the years define you?
no, I am here now
can you feel that wind?
from the day leaving the sky
minutes pass to years
I will not stand still
don't look for me behind you
stretching into space
slide across my skin
slow trails of heat to follow
deep hot explosions
............................................
lots of reflection tonight
unexpected open doors
that I glance into as I go by
and I won't even talk about that last one
except to say, it could be
a whole separate blog
so much more there...
the wind has changed
the light grows long
I cannot stop what it does to me...
Love it/crave it/dread it
.....................................................
standing in one place
years in front and behind me
running standing still
stop, listen, and tell
me...do the years define you?
no, I am here now
can you feel that wind?
from the day leaving the sky
minutes pass to years
I will not stand still
don't look for me behind you
stretching into space
slide across my skin
slow trails of heat to follow
deep hot explosions
............................................
lots of reflection tonight
unexpected open doors
that I glance into as I go by
and I won't even talk about that last one
except to say, it could be
a whole separate blog
so much more there...
Sunday, September 9, 2012
trying and trying
to understand where I am
why do I know you?
.
.
.
5:30 am
yes, it has been a long night
lives left uncovered
.
.
.
the night is quiet
beyond the expectations
dreams mix with the stars
.
.
.......................................
to understand where I am
why do I know you?
.
.
.
5:30 am
yes, it has been a long night
lives left uncovered
.
.
.
the night is quiet
beyond the expectations
dreams mix with the stars
.
.
.......................................
so much more to say
but so very tired
and does it really matter?
I will listen and wonder
and does it really matter?
I will listen and wonder
and only answer
my own questions
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Friday, August 31, 2012
damn...awake again
with expectations and hope
blue ink on my hand
not mine, but others
fitting me into their plans
expand to silence
I remain my own
see me and I will see you
stripped free, and waiting
with expectations and hope
blue ink on my hand
not mine, but others
fitting me into their plans
expand to silence
I remain my own
see me and I will see you
stripped free, and waiting
.............................................
maybe better as conversation
but an interesting challenge in haiku
and life goes on...
but an interesting challenge in haiku
Monday, August 6, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
knowing no other
I can only return here
lost inside myself
..........................................................
but I choose to be lost sometimes
I can only return here
lost inside myself
..........................................................
but I choose to be lost sometimes
whether it's in myself, out past the horizon, or deep in dark eyes
I find so much when I'm lost, and then...see the world differently
there is a beauty in the unknown
Sunday, June 17, 2012
okay, here we go...
caution, I am wordy tonight
I have no desire to hide the years I've lived
if it puts me in a different place
if it puts me in a different place
than the people around me
(not a better place,
(not a better place,
or a clearer place,
just different)
just different)
so be it
I will ask questions
I will ask questions
I will wonder and explore
I am looking for honest answers
they will not hurt or stop me
but might change me
and make me better
I am looking for honest answers
they will not hurt or stop me
but might change me
and make me better
in different phases of life,
we ask different questions
we ask different questions
I cannot ignore mine
but maybe I need to
temper my search
take a breath
but maybe I need to
temper my search
take a breath
be still
..................................................................
I wrote tonight
built-up impressions
and experiences
I wrote tonight
built-up impressions
and experiences
from recent days
(what are Sunday nights for?)
each happened
and was felt
each happened
and was felt
do not think
unless you ask
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trapped by the music
it held me without remorse
stripped me to my bones
holding back the miles
words of love become bridges
eyes close, you are there
trying not to look
too much hope in those dark eyes
I am not the one
there is even more
go to the edge of the sky
stop there and listen
beauty in a glance
chance a look or slow smile
the earth shattering
why is it so hard
to speak with an open mind?
we assume too much
the people I know
twisting tendrils of clear light
circling the globe
hush now, be quiet
stop the chatter with a thought
softly to the floor
Friday, June 8, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
the world gets smaller
our lives woven together
with each written word
.......................................................................
Not ready to stop writing here yet obviously.
And I am tempted to explain a little the last post...
but I will not try, except to say
the blog is cumulative.
Exploration.
our lives woven together
with each written word
.......................................................................
Not ready to stop writing here yet obviously.
And I am tempted to explain a little the last post...
but I will not try, except to say
the blog is cumulative.
Exploration.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
to be so quiet
the sound of light dissolving
echos into night
.............................................
I am contemplating stopping this blog
I would continue to write...just not here
I would miss coming to this place
but look...see?...right there...
at the very beginning
of those first lines
that I just typed,
a closing door
to one room
it echos
empty
"I"
that door is not meant to be closed
so maybe it's time to step back
and slowly close my eyes
and let that crazy light
spin madly off
the walls
the sound of light dissolving
echos into night
.............................................
I am contemplating stopping this blog
I would continue to write...just not here
I would miss coming to this place
but look...see?...right there...
at the very beginning
of those first lines
that I just typed,
a closing door
to one room
it echos
empty
"I"
that door is not meant to be closed
so maybe it's time to step back
and slowly close my eyes
and let that crazy light
spin madly off
the walls
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
so slowly I breathe
leaving the sky like the sun
beauty in the void
waiting in the centre
a vast and endless wander
look! no boundaries!
yes, I know this place
as familiar as your skin
quietly I fall
.................................................
putting my words here
seems like a selfish gesture
indulging too much
to what end?
leaving the sky like the sun
beauty in the void
waiting in the centre
a vast and endless wander
look! no boundaries!
yes, I know this place
as familiar as your skin
quietly I fall
.................................................
putting my words here
seems like a selfish gesture
indulging too much
to what end?
Friday, February 24, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
still, they wait for me
words sliding over my tongue
I try to catch up
..............................................
okay, life is so fucking amazing
if we stop and pay attention
we touch so many people
with our words, actions
old news, I know
but really, why
are we here?
see me now
I am here
I see...
you.
words sliding over my tongue
I try to catch up
..............................................
okay, life is so fucking amazing
if we stop and pay attention
we touch so many people
with our words, actions
old news, I know
but really, why
are we here?
see me now
I am here
I see...
you.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
all right...
something different...
bar haiku from two sources!
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me...
bar haiku again
these lives so hot against me
beauty in motion
Lynn...
sushi bar pencil
bar art work leans close to me
lean into me now
........................................
yes...we had a good time
something different...
bar haiku from two sources!
...................................................
me...
bar haiku again
these lives so hot against me
beauty in motion
Lynn...
sushi bar pencil
bar art work leans close to me
lean into me now
........................................
yes...we had a good time
Monday, January 16, 2012
a storm of voices
these lives pressed hot against me
flowing off my skin
.......................................................
what is this need
to be in a crowd of people
voices loud...bodies touching
not knowing a soul
not trying to meet anyone
or start a conversation...
just letting it all roll around you...
quiet...open...still...
why does this feel so satisfying sometimes?
these lives pressed hot against me
flowing off my skin
.......................................................
what is this need
to be in a crowd of people
voices loud...bodies touching
not knowing a soul
not trying to meet anyone
or start a conversation...
just letting it all roll around you...
quiet...open...still...
why does this feel so satisfying sometimes?
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