Wednesday, November 11, 2009
“Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods.” ~ Emerson
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
“A man is but the product of his thoughts what he thinks, he becomes.”
~ Gandhi Flow Twice or more times than I choose to remember I have rounded the legendary or the alma mater of sinful misgivings Through measureless I have drowned myself in the sunless sea in light slanted yet ever so enchanting Beneath waning moon I have howled a good tune and celebrated small...
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Monday, November 9, 2009
Just tap me – I’m a piñata, a rain cloud, a Satin Ebony Steinway...
Drench Come, I will sing to you in notes of two of moisture-rich thoughts and delicious vows of passion I will serenade you in soulful delicacy Each refrain shall carry the suppleness of my flesh and longings I will draw you close to me with music pure and joyful and pour you into the rivers of...
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
“I thought and pondered - vainly. I felt that blank incapability of
invention which is the greatest misery of authorship" ~ Mary Shelley Lament Verse alluding verse Syllables broken and left fallen Thoughts chiseled but not yet fully sculpted Secrets kept locked up and beyond reach Riddles unsolved Songs unsung My pulse and cunning mind dulled by vague uncertainty...
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Saturday, November 7, 2009
"There are two great days in a person's life -- the day we are born and
the day we discover why." ~ William Barclay Born Homesick for those I left behind or for those who have left me Yet were I not born with the potential to morn remember, or reminisce I may not be complete Had I not been given both edge and rounded corners sacred hollows and secrets tightly held I...
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Friday, November 6, 2009
“The most exquisite paradox… as soon as you give it all up, you can
have it all." ~ Ram Dass Now Morning be it filled with revelation or the quietude of breath alone Be it filled with epiphanies or lapse of memory neither of which overshadows the other it remains a rising Infused with the flood and fury of thoughts tempered or musing in soft unfolding Like the kiss...
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
"Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe" ~ sung by The Hollies but
written by Albert Hammond and Mike Hazlewood Air Sent or fallen from the deep and carefully folded sky Bewitched by the slate-blue or the invisible sheen and shimmer I am joined and melded to the fragrance or caught midstream in the bouquet of crisp Beneath that sky which begs and sometimes bellows...
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
“When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?” ~ Bob Dylan
“Fallen Leaf” – Photography by Lj Maxx Abandoned Amidst the game of pitch and toss hide and seek truth or dare there are words trapped upon our tongues There are beginnings yet started and imposters lurking in the shadows And though we may sometimes be snared and frozen like a fool broken or stooped...
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
"Deep roots are not reached by frost.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
Frost In glorious morning the sounds are deep they slip and slide in peaceful creep The blazing trees in auburn hues their backdrop sky of lifting blue The sun is crisp and holds our gaze and lifts the morning misty haze Frost-tipped grass just lightly bent summons hearts to steep ascent
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Monday, November 2, 2009
“When I hear somebody sigh, "Life is hard," I am always tempted to ask,
"compared to what?"" ~ Sidney J. Harris Ride The very nature of heart is to care to yield and to rise and rise again Like a boundless sea each of us embracing the waves of life the mighty surf that runs through us Though sometimes stirred up by the winds of self-doubt and the fierce gusts of...
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