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Thursday, October 26, 2017

Cocoons

I saw a picture of giant eggs on a beach with people hatching from them. It is how we walk in this world. Some of us break out and connect, while others prefer their solitude, but we all come from the same place..a need to connect, if even with one person. OBSCURITY Egg brittle shell.. You are my... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Droughts

we have a lot of heat and dry weather in new mexico and sometimes, even the air is stil, as if holding its breath under the weight of the sun while waiting for a drop of moisture. I was looking at a few impotent white clouds in an otherwise clear blue sky, burning pavement under my feet...hoping for... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 23, 2017

The rejects

I was looking through a junk drawer one day and I saw all the unpaired miscellany contained..a screw, battery,buttons, a lost lil car, etc..and it seemed so much to me it was a representation of so many people in the world, myself included, singular in existence, perhaps destined for a life alone... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

God

I always wonder about God. I find it sad that humanity uses him/her to enrich themselves. I believe in God, which doesn't mean everyone should just because I do. I believe everyone should be left to their own beliefs as long as they don't cancel out or cause hurt to others. I rant a lot about... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Beauty...beauty has a grip on my throat

There is so much beauty a woman has, if you only look and listen! And we are mere boys in a woman's presence..and a woman that knows it, can destroy you, play with you or leave you fighting for breath! Just know, your life is hers..lol LADY How smooth your skin, There is silk in your gaze, Emanating... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

memories, shadows and silhouettes

That makes up a lot of my poems. They are like reading between the lines. This is a very personal one. It's about my daughter and her addiction. It breaks my heart and I so hate the people that got her involved. Yes, it is ultimately our choice to do such things but if it's not part of our social... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Not sure where my head was at on this

But I like it..and I DO worry about what we are doing to the forests. FUTURE If I dare not speak, Then, will I gaze in tranquility At that for which I yearn. You question how I write.... Of that, I am unsure... I write as if words are precious stones, Tossed into the air, Land in disarray..... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

if coffee cups were sentient..

I saw a scene in a show one time where these two people were conversing having coffee as the show ended and the camera panned out away and you see them through the window talking and I thought about the cups and inanimate though they be..what if a cup of coffee is more than a cup..it's a beginning... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

A memory

I was remembering one day, the home we grew up in, the bigness of something that in reality wasn't so big..we were just small and led a harried life as children, but there were the moments when we could play and be children and pretend that our house was a home..when we had free time from the stress... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

pulse night club: june of 2016

Pretty clear on this, written in memory of the people massacred by some fool. Wrote this that day. There is always hope.. STOLEN PARADISE (dedicated to the Orlando souls) Of where do dreams they come? Are they sparkles from the sun?... The day we are born, Our dreams..they have just begun. We learn,... Sign in to see full entry.

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