hydrogen and oxygen joined by covalent bonds disseminate in languid trails embracing the wide sky curling in vacuous rings glowing amber and vermilion against a blood red sun until the arid waste of winter’s breath robs its soul of being — 1/12/10 – 45 #favorite
your delicate softness masks the bitter wind and amber glows on your icy countenance the frigid fingers of your caress warms me as i dwell on the beauty of your substance i see the night fall on the driven visage of your bleak and lonely midwinter landscape and the beauty of the stillness i behold gives me hope that i too might find escape for this world sometimes overwhelms me with the constant struggle to get somewhere and i get lost in the chaos of its institutions feeling lost, alone and without the will to care but moments like these…
elation rises strong in this melancholy heart nerves vibrate, attention hums, energy pours out of every pore the world lies open before me ready to be conquered for i am invincible and nothing is beyond my grasp — on caffeine – 1/10/10 – 43
the bare not barren trees wrestle with the whipping wind and the bustle is brisk, the cold sharp as winters grey skies threaten rain
hear the echoing waves returning from their journey beckoning silence for this empty room is a sanctuary a temple, a tomb where thoughts quiet and calm reigns like heaven on earth. — 1/9/10 – 42
in the mountains of the winter wind where the white wolves run and bit frost covers the rocky crag you can hear the distant drum its the call, my brother calling for the brave answer the call, my brother for the world to save –1/8/10 – 41
who will you be, oh man? with your time and talents? what will you do, oh man? with what you’ve been granted? where will you go, my brother? with resources you’ve been given? why do you stumble, my brother? with the path that you have chosen? time, the dance with a slow death. the fight, the struggle, the question and possibility splayed out before you so answer, oh man by action, by deed, by life the riddle of your existence. — 1/7/10 – 40
go my brother, where the wind blows to dance on the prairie steppes and feel the wind whip across the frosted tundra see my brother, the jungle steam rise through the terraced trees and watch the desert sand dance across the dulcet dunes feel my brother, the soft touch of your lovers kiss brush your lips and the sudden ache of desire as she pulls you deep touch my brother, the hand of God as you glimpse the divine mystery and bow down your head in humble genuflection for this is life, and wind is free and all of nature…
forthwith i call to the mighty throne reveal in me the spirit divine for my heart emits a plaintive groan and suffers from this absence thine — 1/6/10 – 38
the mind is a many layered thing thoughts and ideas held in dissociative array networked connections, neurons and nerves dance a many splendored dance of matter grey — 1/5/10 – 37
i still miss you. memories held tightly are a bit of a surprise. i’m glad in a way, the pain forms an impression like the hollow of a mold. the memory is better than the nothing i would feel had we never met. — 1/5/10 – 36 #favorite
feel warmth glowing neurons firing in pleasant patterns feel silence resting no need for hurry or incessant seeking enjoy the moment contentment resting enlightened, here — 1/4/10 – 35
silence is piercing little sounds crash brash like cymbals clash in the silence like quiet needles in perfect pitch tuned to emptiness –1/3/10 – 34
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
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
