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-------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual
egos have nine lives
and they're sacrificed
by lovers we know
lessons we learn
sometimes we turn the knife
on ourselves
humbled to the point
of humiliation erases us-
life is art
haunted by egos
the blurred edges of who I am
become defined
I redraw ever again
and realize
there is no container
that can hold me
the rules fall from space
in books and poetic lines
no scaffold or guide wires
just the hum of creation
inside
...Created 2009-10-13 12:52:10 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: The Usualand I wait for my soul
to give up its stammer
and say something
I can hear
even as the streams
run clear
it's the finality of death
for those of us on this side
it is an ending
the knock on my heart reveals
familiar reasons why
our love remained a wish
in waiting
one asks if it's sane to live
the story as metaphor
or just take the ride?
who would want to hear
redundant voices at the door?
it was a beautiful love
I tried so hard to listen
that feather drew lines
from heart to hand
and the ending says
I love you..
...Created 2009-09-16 15:10:11 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: In Love
my soul is writing, writing
and I can't see the words yet
nor does my heart understand
how to whisper them
they're as clear as mountain streams
my muse from the source
of lexicons I've beheld
in my own arms
whose heartbeat I knew
as well as mine.
and every time we traveled
across the miles
never, ever did she not
make it home
this time she's gone
all the way there
and I wait for my soul
to give up its stammer
and say something
I can hear
even as the streams
run clear
...Created 2009-09-02 21:51:21 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: for my Cat
she is a sweet and beautiful soul
even now, as she rests in my heart
some things never change
not even our love
...Created 2009-09-01 13:05:19 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: blush of a garden
since you've gone
I wake in the morning
and pray with my whole body
Great Mother comes to hold
my heart in Her hands
like a tiny bird
She wonders if
the cut is deep enough
to create a new masterpiece
so I wait
head to soul
and believe I can hear
the desire behind
a rose's bloom
art is waiting for
a wound
...Created 2009-07-24 18:25:28 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: everyone has a story
I am looking for honesty
my own and that of others
wondering if it matters
when every deed is forgiven
it is noble to be human
and shaped by a divine love
every story is another myth
designed in a time line
that remains a mystery
and when the story left me
there were gifts, though not
recognized at first, I realized
that every wish and need is answered
I melt into the confusion
and remember I am a divine being
having a human experience
whatever I am doing
I love myself for it
because love is the only
dimension worth expanding
...Created 2009-07-16 12:53:50 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: implosion of a shooting star
somehow
they poured the genie of dance
out of his bottle
beamed up
he materialized on stage
even sang three octaves
no falsetto, dad wouldn't have it
liquid, crystal, candy breathing
in his voice,
fluid as the clothes he wore
and sparkling like the star
he is
ball and rocket joints
throwing limbs
like Zeus casting planets
into the universe
no, this was no ordinary
human being
so many lives
crippled by fame
that is, until
door number one opens
and the threshold
passes by
with no parade
you can feel him
heart burning
so many things he feared
and could not do-
he just might do them
now that freedom is on his side.
...Created 2009-07-07 21:51:57 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: the poetry of music
Bobby Casey's hornpipe is haunting me
my mandolin wants to sing it
over and over in my head
it plays like a 45 I wore out
when I was young
Bobby Casey is dancing in my dreams
his wife, lost in the bog
he mourns for her
this dance he's written
just to turn away the grief
A wake she's become
and his tune travels on
alone, he wants someone
to remember
his feet tap gently
as he knows
I will listen
...Created 2009-06-12 15:07:08 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: The Usualhope I never have to grow up
it's a taste of "Todd Loves Nancy Drew"
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1157442261708&ref=nf...Created 2009-06-09 15:18:11 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: friends just don't last
I love to drive
and listen as the sky speaks
in ribbons of peace
hues of grass blend along
the roadside, tapestry
that blurs the senses
and cools the mind
I've thought about genius lately
and wonder why it's such a burden for some.
to tame it, undaunted wild creature
but mostly genius makes us
neurotic or sends it unwillingly
to others we know
and realizing the pain it causes me
can only afford a strict compassion
for those who suffer
...Created 2009-06-05 19:09:52 |
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