November 2008
19 posts
belle
Is this timeless stated mind. Can’t be argued, rooms with truth within the heart of crystal castled somewhere beyond this maze. Material—fades… the tapestry of well-woven soul undulates silk like Immortal.
…In fact, i never was.
I’m not pissed, you don’t love me. I’m pissed at how you love,
with your mouth opened wide in the wrong directions. Detailing it all, involving others.
Don’t worry _______— (i) wont be here long…
Giving Thanks
I drove all this way to thank you. Your gifts were most delectable I’ve yet received, once I made it past the hand pressed poison oak wrapping paper and that damned barbed wire.
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a blessing
god bless lovers truly the muse mused and musing those unwilling to play shallow games god bless the kiss smile the hug and the sun god you are all of this Bless you
airloomed
goldinfifty:
small autumn maple leafs fly across lands press windowspains lovers collect into jars upon mantelpieces dip in 24karats dangling lights above cradles someday great grand daughters’ll wear around collarbones passing this Fall on
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Falling, leaves.
contemplating the ratio of leaves escaping on breezes—opposing the black-bagged pilings wind through treestalk, trunk and root damp in rich soiled earth
sucking the water out of the rain cloud
love is
not a haunting
it’s an experiment
where your thoughts lay
you will find it resting in the shade
of the gnarly weathered tree: your tree
the one planted in your names dawning antiquity
Amaterasu
wake & rise from the cave shine with your quivering bow. your brother cannot harm you here the petals bloom before your mirror— gentle touch is melting heartsnow. screw the dress. you‘re scene.
天照
[…My best friend knows this old guy who: keeps a...
My dress hangs here for her to wear out I’d walked in beauty too— till I met You—here—hangs this chain this Thing this old girl Keeps We’re all honey Dripping Through …]
In honor of Charles M. Loring: Treelover and Civic...
Let dead names be eternalized by dead stones Let living names by living shafts be known: Plant thou a tree whose griefless leaves shall sing Thy deed and thee, each fresh unfolding spring
(found: wiki )
History Speaks.
History: Please stop fixing me. Man: How so? History: Leave me be. I happened. Your edits make encore’s. Man: So? History: Why would you want to hear this song again? Man: My song.
Cleats
Crush through skin In the dark Moonlit stadium The players dance rings Around slithering snakes and pools Of blood Rising from the grotesque
Carnage The bleeding Fruit of the loom: grapes make wine.
Bipolar bear
The periodical’s read: Sightings in Hungary! Spain, New Mexico, Seattle, Manhattan, Paris, Texas, Detroit, Missouri & Long Beach Car’s parked right outside He says we’re headed East The sun rises over left shoulders
Untitled. (distinguished pine-breeze sound)
stands tall & coated only with the starscape of rain dropped cats-paws running down black breasted trunk—nestled within this 2nd dimension—flat screened forest.
without name: she is queen
of not being found.
Lazy Lazarus.
Annihilate decades—while peanut gallery Shoves to see… unwrap me—strip this tease… dying—art; like everything else—I do well —so it feels like hell… real. You could say I’ve a call…
Memory as Spark.
Darkness amplifies senses—sounds, a cricket sings warm cider is best by fire lights camped—see The world is this: microcosm of smell—the weather, Her hair, His neck,
Touch.
In stars light.
she hangs
Dip in the dark deep jaded liquid glass: dirty sheet—slept-in, worn-through use signs of life—washed clean in trepidations baptismal forgiveness of life—sin, in a rinse… on a clothespin.