pause, listen to the quiet creep over the still and silent city streets hear the heavy hush fall on a worn and weary populace — 2/18/10 – 86
bittersweet the long goodbye the languid fare thee well hold on tight to fading love and let its beauty swell till love is lost and gone forever from your hearts empty shell — 2/17/10 – 85
soft breath sighing and a heavy soul breathe a deep breath and feel the cold — 2/10/10 – 78
soft light like snowflakes fell a quiet cover on silent streets cold air bringing winters chill to herald evenings winter flight — 2/8/10 – 76
the room was filled with theater the rise and rhythmic fall of voices echoing words and wise opinions on life’s vicissitudes and choices — Barber Shop – 2/6/10 – 74 #favorite
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 lithe form is a panoply of pleasures a cacophony that beats against my senses i stand before you overwhelmed by the fury that washes over and disarms my defenses — 2/3/10 – 71 #favorite
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
there are a million mysteries that are hidden on the earth what secrets will you uncover to what ideas will you give birth — 2/2/10 – 69
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
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…