the bare not barren trees wrestle with the whipping wind and the bustle is brisk, the cold sharp as winters grey skies threaten rain
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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