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Saturday, December 5th, 2009I don’t miss you look for you, see you everywhere, or wonder what you’re doing. I don’t feel like there’s evil crawling through my veins. An evil growing swiftly, plotting out my end, preparing for an overthrow. I don’t love you, and I just don’t care. You are easy to put down. You’re too hot […]
This isn’t true.
Thursday, December 3rd, 2009There’s a certain feeling sliding Through the linings of my gut There are things that I am hiding But I just can’t tell you what There are answers not worth knowing There are treasures you wont find There are places we’re not going It’s how we were designed I try to leave it sit there […]
Hah. Hmph. Intuition.
Monday, November 30th, 2009Nobody knows this. But everyone does know it. Even you and me.
Delivery (I held. The oar all along)
Monday, November 30th, 2009Every one’s special. Everyone’s new. Sometimes it’s me. It’s always you. Sometimes it hurts me, sometimes for days. sometimes the great blues feel more like grays somewhere this happened: i lost all control. somewhere it worked out. i was made whole. Deliver. Deliver. Deliver. Take me from this place. Deliver Deliver Deliver Make me hide […]
my mind needs more bananas
Sunday, November 29th, 2009give these eyes their life back
their torches dim and tire
tie me up and light me
martyr me with fire
House (we’re in this together.)
Saturday, November 28th, 2009we’re in this together. belly. ache. goodness sake. easy, steady, wasn’t ready. bitter. sweet. remember what’s beneath your feet. earth. rocks. listen to him when he talks. breathe. look. open up. read the book. tremble. shiver. just accept. he will deliver. relax. slide. shrug off all that heavy pride. be. wherever. we’re in this together.
None of these add up, but they’re there.
Wednesday, November 4th, 2009Please just hold me, squeeze me, heal me utilize your skill kiss me, sew me, close me, seal me breathe through me and make me still I want to see with the eyes of a child again and love without knowledge of pain. I want to marvel, once more, at the mystery of things like […]
Stepping stones
Sunday, November 1st, 2009Are we not just the things we think (fear) we might just be? Wherein lies the problem? Where is the source? We are the master, we are the piece. We are afraid to remember. Wake us up. Wake us up. Wake us up. I know why the wolf howls.
The World’s Day Off!
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009Where the heck IS every-one? She smiled, “they’re out having fun.” “Today’s the day the world’s on break, many aren’t even awake.” I blinked and hardly caught the train then tried to let it in my brain “And at the end we all shall dance, so don’t forget your comfy pants.” “I guess I missed […]
I want to create
Sunday, September 20th, 2009I want to make, to have, to hold, to shape, to love, to mold. I want to give and reach and find. I want to bend and stand and bind. I want to be and wait and try. I want to hope and think and die. If we think we’ll ever grab it, our delusions […]
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