wrapped in time so thinly spread
give us today our daily bread
Monday, October 4, 2010
rest with me
What is love but precious weakness
asleep or restless
let us drink the night-time sky
and listen to its music
asleep or restless
let us drink the night-time sky
and listen to its music
Monday, September 13, 2010
11:09pm on a Monday night
regret me not
let not your thoughts
twist into knots
of unrequited idols wrought
all that glitters is not gold
unloose your hold on dreaming cold
enfold in revelry of bold
and do not do what you are told
let not your thoughts
twist into knots
of unrequited idols wrought
all that glitters is not gold
unloose your hold on dreaming cold
enfold in revelry of bold
and do not do what you are told
Match
My candle burns low
melts into a fragrance
soft glow flickers
silence burns low
rich and smooth.
Send me your light
bright and warm
around me
I want to feel you
with my senses
over flow
over joy
over whelm me.
200 years and still
you're beautiful
hands clasped
eyes shut
silent prayer
you speak to God.
Remember me.
melts into a fragrance
soft glow flickers
silence burns low
rich and smooth.
Send me your light
bright and warm
around me
I want to feel you
with my senses
over flow
over joy
over whelm me.
200 years and still
you're beautiful
hands clasped
eyes shut
silent prayer
you speak to God.
Remember me.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Time
Old cross country medals hang on nails, dotting the wall above my self. A small statue of a golden man: Best Picture Comedy, 2006-2007. A relic of high school. My senior year passed so long ago but I remember my thoughts. Four years turned like rising bread. I'm barely old enough to drive, it seems, and yet my license has changed shape and photo.
Time is slick. The prints of my fingertips reveal my identity but refuse to grip the surface. They leave marks, smears to be washed--cleaned away--to be forgotten. Like breath on a mirror.
Time is slick but I am young. I'll hold the mirror to the sun.
Time is slick. The prints of my fingertips reveal my identity but refuse to grip the surface. They leave marks, smears to be washed--cleaned away--to be forgotten. Like breath on a mirror.
Time is slick but I am young. I'll hold the mirror to the sun.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sketches
Peace
a piece of parchment
smooth-blank-promising
God
mighty - unpredictable
like rolling thunder and
sweet rain
Childhood
soft and fleecy
tremulous and fleeting
Cancer
I can't, sir
not now - no pain
Acceptance
Please take this cup
I offer up my suffering
Energy
is found in peace
transfused within embraces
meant to tell you of
the love
that was enlaced
in your creation
Self
----
a piece of parchment
smooth-blank-promising
God
mighty - unpredictable
like rolling thunder and
sweet rain
Childhood
soft and fleecy
tremulous and fleeting
Cancer
I can't, sir
not now - no pain
Acceptance
Please take this cup
I offer up my suffering
Energy
is found in peace
transfused within embraces
meant to tell you of
the love
that was enlaced
in your creation
Self
----
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Pulled
stick-
click-
It's sick how
we attract
Like magic
or magnets
attract
repel
attract-attract
without tact
energize
hypnotize
pulled by poles
feel the force
soft-invisible
moves us back and forth
sharpens upon contact.
Which is north
and which is south?
I've no direction.
click-
It's sick how
we attract
Like magic
or magnets
attract
repel
attract-attract
without tact
energize
hypnotize
pulled by poles
feel the force
soft-invisible
moves us back and forth
sharpens upon contact.
Which is north
and which is south?
I've no direction.
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