if a me took every road proffered and
if one day all those roads converged and
if each me pierced the veil between the worlds and
if we met face to face
what would be the sum of we
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Old Adages have Rules (Haiku x 3)
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Rushing through the days
Monday, May 28, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Immortal words
there are mouths and then there
are mouths and some
will talk for talking's sake
of good or bad of true or not
and there are some who just forgot
and opened theirs when
they should not.
words are bombs
in the heat of moment they can fly
and the harm they cause goes
ever on
unlike men, words are immortal
they cannot die, only be forgiven
are mouths and some
will talk for talking's sake
of good or bad of true or not
and there are some who just forgot
and opened theirs when
they should not.
words are bombs
in the heat of moment they can fly
and the harm they cause goes
ever on
unlike men, words are immortal
they cannot die, only be forgiven
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Time
Friday, May 25, 2012
Keeper of the flame
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
I tried
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Escape Denial
with finger pointed
she lay blame at many doors
none of them her own
each day she drank but
bitter vetch, ate moldy bread
for none saw her worth
she became blind to
her own true reflection, his
leavings no true meal
take vile memory
in hand, put it in a box
sealed with cross or hex
bury it deep, let
earth disperse it all around
reborn green and clean
ritual frees us
walk away from the grave now
now free just to be
she lay blame at many doors
none of them her own
each day she drank but
bitter vetch, ate moldy bread
for none saw her worth
she became blind to
her own true reflection, his
leavings no true meal
take vile memory
in hand, put it in a box
sealed with cross or hex
bury it deep, let
earth disperse it all around
reborn green and clean
ritual frees us
walk away from the grave now
now free just to be
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Reading ARC's
For those
that don’t know, an ARC is an advanced reading copy of a book that isn’t out yet
to the general public; it’s free if you have the right contacts, which I do.
Worth
reading is Moonbird by Phillip Hoose scheduled
for 7-17-12. Imagine a little bird
barely 4ozs in weight that has lived for over 20 years and logged over 325,000 miles
in his lifetime. Every March he migrates
from Argentina to his breeding grounds in the Canadian Acrtic – that’s 9000
miles one-way. A human's marathon pales in comparison,
Told and
imagined through the eyes of the people who study these birds and their migratory
patterns while fighting to preserve the fast disappearing feeding grounds that enable
their lives. In the words of my beloved
Spock - 'Fascinating'.
Other books await, but next up is the one I picked up at the library today, The Blood of Heroes - the 13-day struggle for the Alamo and the sacrifice that forged a Nation by James Donovan. Hey, what can I say, wherever in the world I hang my hat, I'm a Texan.
Other books await, but next up is the one I picked up at the library today, The Blood of Heroes - the 13-day struggle for the Alamo and the sacrifice that forged a Nation by James Donovan. Hey, what can I say, wherever in the world I hang my hat, I'm a Texan.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Edge of Madness
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Reflection
Monday, May 14, 2012
Stasis
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Wilderness
Saturday, May 12, 2012
She Writes
Friday, May 11, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Suspended
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Enough
The world of childhood, did it die, or did the childish – I
Lately, I’ve gone searching here and yon and in dark corners
of my mind – she’s there, I know it.
What great calamity sent her hie to hide
away from day
What was the final injury; what sight; what slur,
what fall for her
was the one that brought the words
no more
enough
I try so hard to remember; I seek to ask, but she flees through veils of
of years denied through rooms long dark, and halls of dust echo
ancient tears she cried
enough.
Lately, I’ve gone searching here and yon and in dark corners
of my mind – she’s there, I know it.
What great calamity sent her hie to hide
away from day
What was the final injury; what sight; what slur,
what fall for her
was the one that brought the words
no more
enough
I try so hard to remember; I seek to ask, but she flees through veils of
of years denied through rooms long dark, and halls of dust echo
ancient tears she cried
enough.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Just John
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Did you ever sleep outside
the night had grown old and morning
crept across the lawn - tender tiptoes on wet grass
breezes teased dew from trees- woke slumbering flowers in their beds,
and me, as the cobwebs of dream
clear to greet her coming
no desire to go from outside to
inside - no desire for the musty odor
of things in need of dusting and
things that occupy space and give
little in rent when
outside, out here, it's all connected.
crept across the lawn - tender tiptoes on wet grass
breezes teased dew from trees- woke slumbering flowers in their beds,
and me, as the cobwebs of dream
clear to greet her coming
no desire to go from outside to
inside - no desire for the musty odor
of things in need of dusting and
things that occupy space and give
little in rent when
outside, out here, it's all connected.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Nightscape
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