what flies against the distant lee in the meadow by the bay who waits beyond the great oak tree with hair like fire and eyes dark grey smell the evening fresh like clover sitting in the woodland shadow whispery kisses in your bower your laugh peals out like a flower — 1/2/10 – 33
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walljm
I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.
feel the vacuous void the eternal deep the vast empty spaces that lie between. is it life, an emotion, or just the great expanses that lie between the planets? — 1/1/10 – 32
i should be glad this year is done yet i am vacant feeling nothing except a single persistent ache — 12/31/09 – 31
Her: Everything is still this morning. The cloudy, after-rain sky holds in the moisture & silence like a giant greenhouse :) Me: mmm… that almost sounds like a haiku. :) Me: the cloudy, after rain sky // holds moisture and silence // in the still morning Her: Lol :) didn’t really think abt that :) I love the spicy smell of wooded areas after rain, esp. as the sun comes out & turns the heat on :) Me: yeah. :) its been raining a lot here the last few days. the combination of the smell of rain and the smell of the grill last…
mnemonic devices failed me in the foggy rush to slumber and i failed to resurrect my flagging sense of wonder — Forgetful – 12/31/09 – 30
the long curve of your supple frame bends like a reed in the summer breezes your iridescent amber eyes like saucers flecked with dark speckles of golden brown. the ache i feel as i watch you move rushes over my spine in slow seizures this moment in time blooming like the flowers woven in the wild braids of your hair. — Na’vi – 12/29/09 – 29
abba, abba, you who are in heaven a god magnificent and glorious ethereal and heart stoppingly real yet you nurture me and nourish me though you hold the earth in your hands hands powerful and fiercely gentle oh abba, abba, my father — 8/13/2012 – abba, abba – 191
your red stripes are a tiger’s tail eyes glistening with the gleam of irony your sharp wit the fel force of your driving discontent as you bask in the carnage and glory of your biting malcontent — 12/28/09 – 28
you’re an exuberant lion a grey haired majesty all hands and gesticulation your quick wit and eyes dance with fire ready to pounce. the loud and happy voices ring in your den, your home, your domain. like the fire that burns nearby your gentle frame and gracious spirit are a becoming presence that says welcome. — Mr. McDonald – 12/27/09 – 27
It replicates a part of the Google Now functionality, the part i used most. But since my phone reacted badly to Jelly Bean, i had to go back to ICS and I missed it. You can download the on{x} script from here. The bitbucket repository with all my on{x} scripts is here. Just paste the script into your own on the onx.ms website. You can download the on{x} app here.
rattle and clink, bubble and squeak listen while the music plays a jaunty jig with fiddle and stick low dimmed lights, babble and sites see the joyous public gather to laugh and talk between full bites — 12/26/09 – 26
my mind is blank, a hollow tomb a space empty of the ideas of poetry and whence comes the creative spark which occupies and breathes so vibrantly my empty soul yearns for its touch the soft caress of its deft fingertips the sensual thrill of its embodiment i would be caught in its metaphorical grip — 12/25/09 – 25
i’ve missed the normalcy of home a place of no pretense or question and as the cold rain falls outside i sit content, empty of frustration –12/24/09 – 24
the resonance of the mood lay quietly around me the vibration a steady hum in the background of my mind fear a subtle force at work in the chambers of my heart leaves me anxious and waiting for the answers i would find — 12/23/09 – 23
the fog lay lightly on the near distant landscape the mist a quiet shroud upon the waking city blank and stoic faces shuffled on the moving train a crowd of familiar strangers my silent company — 12/22/09 – 22 #favorite
life is like a sinus rhythm its ups and downs beat in, beat out the problem is the frequency too fast, too slow we complain, we exult but what we really want is proper length and amplitude — 12/21/09 – 21 #favorite
frayed seams and splotchy grass. bits and pieces left undone glossed over with memories like sandcastle constructs the story of our life told to self for self’s sake. — 12/21/09 – 20 #favorite
voices swelling together dwelling emotion singing with devotion bringing the chorus ringing their praises giving for what was done that Christmas day forever changed the way we pray –12/20/09 – 19
we went to that place you like and you ordered your favorite. i had my usual, and you made fun because im so predictable. — Tamara’s Poem – 12/19/09 – 18
your undulating eyes dart like bats that half smile on your face a parting glimpse of mischief from a bright and gleaming soul — Chianna – 12/18/09 – 17