Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Why is it that as we get older time seems to move so quickly?
Time Days well beyond our childhood daydreams Afar from nursery rhymes and gleeful chants imposed now with rules and limitation and seasons moving so swiftly we barely note the transitions Time ticking so quickly as if to shiver against indifference and tauten curiosity In childhood we were tracers...
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Monday, April 28, 2008
Starting the day with reading the newspaper isn't such a great idea...
Newspapers I used to build sandcastles in my sandbox But now, grown up and literate, I sometimes sit quietly like a fuse I read the newspapers and the names on maps are difficult to read or the maps go up in smoke Jungles are flaming The deserts are scattered with soldiers I read that I am a...
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Sunday, April 27, 2008
We all have a story to tell. I wonder how mine might sound...or yours.
Telling Fragmented thoughts of places and people come and gone Victories and failures sometimes placed in stringent inner order or nebulous, diffused and quietly spreading out across the air Thoughts not lost - maybe just not yet found Resolve and acceptance sometimes too huge and simple for us to...
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
Masters of the city’s walls...
Graffiti Graffiti artists shakin’ up the walls of emptiness Painting murals of mystique, opaque realities Salvador Dalian illusions, or painful messages ~ tear stains upon brick and mortar ~ Spray painting slogans in the dead of night In angry, passionate rhythm the paintbrushes fly across the...
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Friday, April 25, 2008
Do you ever have one of those days when you just say, Ahhhhhh...
A Good Day Refreshed and singing Inhaling the ripe breath of spring Laughing in cool waters of happiness As I stand on water’s edge I hear it roll slowly and continuously licking the shore I hear the rustle of the sand whispering to me as if to congratulate or join in my celebration Upon carousel of...
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
There's a greedy side to me- I want to know EVERYTHING about those I love.
Pursuit Make no mistake I am sometimes caught in this cask skin The gods are awarded the useful parts of me and I am rendered weak living for your leavings And when I take without asking forgive my greed but the angels of hunger prehensile and soft as eiderdown sing their hymns of yearning Do not...
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
When is the last time you connected the dots? -----------------------------
Dots “It will be alright” we pray Or with muffled savage cries we sneak into those silent crevasses within our mind Not alone nor lonely just stepping back so as to see the picture clear, so as to master the algebra of heart and soul Connecting dots is not half bad if it brings us back intact
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
We’re all a piece of art in progress……
Colours Our personal world; a finely sculptured vision for the world to see a watercolour of finical accuracy There is no random in the crafting of this core Repeating our name in quiet circles we notice a sudden intake of breath This natural movement of air awakens We pause in awe and wonder We...
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Monday, April 21, 2008
Keepin' it real - a challenge we're all faced with from time to time.
Illusion When did I become an illusion; the trick of a ventriloquist in a thick red voice Am I tree or constellation field or dagger When did you become a darkened boat, a smuggler your eyes lamps of dimming iridescence Are we both untouchable through these rinds of hardened skins Do our skeletons...
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Sunday, April 20, 2008
Couldn't stop the movement if we tried... --------------------------------
Movement Life altering events run though and around almost without us Doors open, doors close We peer around corners for omens The constant drumming of life does not cease simply because we stop to pay attention Our sorrows washed and cauterized permits the present tense or some of us remain...
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