your royal blue hoodie betrayed the irish charm in the gleam of your eyes — 1/28/10 – 63
fluid and grace express poetry in motion while the musics dance to a rolling rhythm and your voices rise to meet the emotion expressed in the falling meter and rhyme — 1/26/10 – 61 #favorite — (inspired by Lifehouse’s Learn You Inside Out)
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
whither goest thou little bird? for whom dost thou sing? what love hast compelled thee this melody to bring? art thou sent by some lover his beloved to woo? by thy sweet serenade his desire to pursue? i pray this is so, little bird, it puts hope in my heart…
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
you titillate with your words graphic images conjuring exotic lands foreign and benign and simple things revealed by choice morsels picked with careful and judicious precision. — 1/21/10 – 55
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
the balmy touch of your wispy fingers leaves the surface of my skin cold but my heart beats warm for thought of fog and a city shrouded and old the first breath of spring comes early though but a taste of things to come and come too soon to be…
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…