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    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    intent on tearing down the walls
    of too much logic and grime
    finding open space
    where beauty can arrive

    it was Debussy
    waxing the strains
    of a daunted soul
    that love

    falls in beams
    only longs to be shared

    ...Created 2011-06-18 10:59:42

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Maslow had it coming

    truth and justice took my time
    and energy for so long
    I forgot about her

    it was kind that music played all 'round me
    it kept me sane but today
    she came to me
    she is tired and worn
    of whispering in my ear
    poems I did not hear
    internal rhyme I gave away
    in moments of relenting
    lines that I mistook for her silence
    I am listening as I hold her.

    fighting is the brutal waste of a lover
    and every day my count
    was spent on how to win
    and how the fight burned
    the edges of my being outward
    a forest fire, comet, missile
    as I burned
    and might have died
    remembered how to glow
    inside the dark
    eternal sky

    ...Created 2010-11-10 14:43:21

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    it's a situation drama
    and I like to be the one who does
    the casting, defines the characters
    and then let love design how they act

    my friend says I'm too demanding when it comes
    to love but I concur that love is perfect and
    people just don't know how be what love wants
    for us

    I'm a spiritual, loving being having a human

    human is a disease that makes us play desires
    instead of what love asks of us.

    I dream about the sky and you
    I remember that heaven
    reaches all the way down to the earth.

    my friend? I don't want to learn any more
    about love, I just want to live it.

    ...Created 2010-07-26 18:43:07

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    I strongly repugnenate refudiate. Me thinks it reeks suspicuous and who could pardon that vague intelligence whose lexiconesse seems twisted? Entertainimus absurdicuss!

    ...Created 2010-07-24 12:57:07

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    I light the moon
    fly into the soul of
    a woman I love
    sleep there
    where the restless
    dare not find me

    ...Created 2010-06-22 12:54:20

    dotsJournal: on being humandots
    Mood: In Love

    to seek the color
    of rose quartz
    and discern it's origin?

    she told me
    the guru she sought
    had no answers
    but in her heart
    that stain on the silvered quartz
    said it all

    a complex milky
    stone hidden in the heart
    and feel how love
    in the color of blood

    the rose quartz

    ...Created 2010-05-26 09:09:50

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    she reminds me
    how beautiful
    a soul can be

    ...Created 2010-04-12 13:34:15

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: a glimpse of passion

    ask yourself where does it hurt? hidden in the layers of mire something needs healing the reason this season is afoot becomes clearer question the allure of an outside power banish a book of rules designed to steal your thunder each dilemma has an answer if you trust your intuition imagine becoming someone so easy to love tomorrow when you awaken everything will be new

    ...Created 2010-04-03 13:04:34

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: portrait of an artist

    at first I let the music
    sing into my skin
    my bones reverberate in a caucaphony
    of healing
    now I am covered in paint
    aware of my breathing
    paint that I thought of using
    on canvas, but no, it's all over me
    molasses slow and dripping
    it moves and I am flying
    maybe I am coloring the sky
    for a sunset, pink and marigold
    as it runs for the horizon

    I don't understand the needle and the spoon
    and thank God I'm no genius, I am no
    artist because those who've bred art
    can't seem to touch the very art they live within.
    Just thinking of holes in my arm or leg makes my blood run like molasses and my breathing becomes
    labored as pain paints through veins.

    And all along art is shouting at them
    becoming all the more intense and beautiful
    so it will be noticed.

    There in the heather
    grief is a drive by shooting
    no one saw anything
    and your absence is a prick
    to the skin
    into another world
    you will disappear.

    I wait for what
    you will create
    and not you

    Thank you for enduring
    the exquisite pain.

    ...Created 2010-01-01 21:34:57

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    may grace and love find you
    in all the days
    of the new year!

    ...Created 2009-12-31 22:50:29

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    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.




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