ah winter, my dear sullen mistress with your gray moods and windy days will you not look kindly on my face and listen softly of thy grace till all is well and you displace with love, if not warmth, the displeasure that you feel towards me? — 2/4/10 – 72…
your dark corridors are pregnant with silence footsteps sounding, echoing in your chambers foreigners and transients shuffling soundlessly a staggered measure of humanities members — 2/2/10 – 70 #favorite
your dyadic relationship defies expectation covalent bonds shared deeply nurtured by love — 2/1/10 – 68
the faded visages are paper memories taken long ago and sealed in time my heritage, pasted in spiral bound books are histories remembered by an aging few — 1/30/10 – 66 #favorite
your gaiety is a balm to a weary soul your laughter a sweet surcease to the turmoil made strong by heartbreak and care unrequited, unfulfilled until you bloomed in my life — 1/29/10 – 65
his voluble presence was an affront to the morning an unwelcome breaking to the gentle rumbling of the gentle murmur of the train — 1/25/10 – 59 #favorite
listen to the gentle hush as voices echo in the chamber the pleasant audience a curious crowd observing the sounds of silence — 1/23/10 – 57
i hear melodic phrases in the chambers of my mind they beckon me, enticing with words that shape, bend, and fashion bold and insightful pieces that reveal and illuminate the best things — 1/22/10 – 56 #favorite
i stepped outside myself and a facade lifted for a moment as though i was someone else as though i was a compartment in my own mind. — 1/20/10 – 54
precisely timed pressure changes convey melodies among the charged neurons building pictures, shaping emotions, evoking memories coloring the who, the what, and the story of life and self and past remembrance. — Soundtrack – 1/19/10 – 53
you were striking with your jet black hair the gloves you wore had snowflakes expressed in knit and for a brief moment you captured my imagination — 1/19/10 – 52
your ferrous wit is sharp its sometimes jagged edge rips through the flesh of my temperament leaving me bloody and bruised — 1/18/10 – 51
who are you? with your fey spirit tossing about whimsy with reckless abandon. why do you dance? unbridled and passionate your infectious grin a viral vector spreading mirth and convivial gaiety reveal yourself oh laughing sprite oh merry shade oh mysterious shadow for i would know your name. — 1/17/10…
you make the city vague with your wispy shroud the soft outlines fading into the grey backdrop while disembodied lights dance in the distance. — 1/16/10 – 49
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
the bare not barren trees wrestle with the whipping wind and the bustle is brisk, the cold sharp as winters grey skies threaten rain