Oct 21, 2011
Oct 8, 2011
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No matter how hard a ball is thrown, it will always find stillness if no one is there to catch it….
Love's Memory
8 days or nights
or both, more
than 16 moments
to rest in your
bosom
The clock ticked
I didn’t notice
the tock
leaving time,
breathing in
your divine sensualness,
again.
my soul
resting in your hands,
the awakening of you,
me, us…
the taste of you
playfully dancing,
lingering
beyond 8 days or nights
or both, more than
16 moments,
I hope
or both, more
than 16 moments
to rest in your
bosom
The clock ticked
I didn’t notice
the tock
leaving time,
breathing in
your divine sensualness,
again.
my soul
resting in your hands,
the awakening of you,
me, us…
the taste of you
playfully dancing,
lingering
beyond 8 days or nights
or both, more than
16 moments,
I hope
The Last Fall
Fightin’ my second cold
in as many weeks.
.... it’s gettin’ old.
Things are lookin’ bleak,
feelin’ numb up and down
.... my spine.
Feeling rather inclined
to leave it all behind.
There's gotta be a way,
.... to stay
when all I wanna do
is get the hell away
....from you.
in as many weeks.
.... it’s gettin’ old.
Things are lookin’ bleak,
feelin’ numb up and down
.... my spine.
Feeling rather inclined
to leave it all behind.
There's gotta be a way,
.... to stay
when all I wanna do
is get the hell away
....from you.
Stranger Friend
She gives and takes away
the same gift
in one quick gesture
without knowing
she did either one,
simply
by saying hello.
the same gift
in one quick gesture
without knowing
she did either one,
simply
by saying hello.
Shame
because I’m here
in disguise
her whole life
is nuts.
she can’t quite grasp
how I take over
when you come near,
just like any other.
I’ve spent a lifetime
convincing her I’m real,
now she knows
and so do those
who let me in.
in disguise
her whole life
is nuts.
she can’t quite grasp
how I take over
when you come near,
just like any other.
I’ve spent a lifetime
convincing her I’m real,
now she knows
and so do those
who let me in.
The Blue Starred Journal
Carly’s song plays
in my head
everytime
I pick up a pen
and begin to write.
My words
unshared
cause even though
it is written for me
you will think it’s not.
It really doesn’t matter
what you think,
cause only I
know my own code!
The blue journal
with a star
that was sent from afar,
knows all there is to know.
It doesn’t have an opinion
one way or the other
whether what I wrote
should have been
or not.
in my head
everytime
I pick up a pen
and begin to write.
My words
unshared
cause even though
it is written for me
you will think it’s not.
It really doesn’t matter
what you think,
cause only I
know my own code!
The blue journal
with a star
that was sent from afar,
knows all there is to know.
It doesn’t have an opinion
one way or the other
whether what I wrote
should have been
or not.
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