toothpick musing
a lingering suggestion
rapture.
intricate with freedom
Oceans intent
Reason with feelings
Ocelot's revision
imprinted in sinew
a welcome invitation
fellowship in vision
raspy threads snag, sing chorus of the dead
the river of the wandering ones. watchful eyes give
in time resounding in
a signature of selection
system for initiation
instant decision. Brazen.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Convey Meaning
Lost in an open-hearted
fissure of sadness
I forget where I am
fuel for following, allowing the fall
I have no rest
except in the stress
expectations seem to fall
out of place.
duress
time to waste
time to wait.
I speak easy
and everyone is my friend.
Convey meaning.
fissure of sadness
I forget where I am
fuel for following, allowing the fall
I have no rest
except in the stress
expectations seem to fall
out of place.
duress
time to waste
time to wait.
I speak easy
and everyone is my friend.
Convey meaning.
Everyman's Parade
Reservations,
Accredited.
Hardly fallen
Till you sit back up
Again,
Again!
And well, there is this sadness
But sparks fly high I see,
A heading:
Depart and relieve,
Birds and bees,
Boldness conceived.
Is this Justice?
A lady is well pleased, and passing
The frontier of everyday:
Every man's parade.
Accredited.
Hardly fallen
Till you sit back up
Again,
Again!
And well, there is this sadness
But sparks fly high I see,
A heading:
Depart and relieve,
Birds and bees,
Boldness conceived.
Is this Justice?
A lady is well pleased, and passing
The frontier of everyday:
Every man's parade.
Tell Me Something New
All these words have emphasis
All these words are emptiness
Devoid of meaning
Reaching or grasping for feeling
That or this
Us and them
Me and you
Tell me something new, friend
And keep it like a secret
A blossom to be awoken
(Growing river of the spoken)
Spinning wheels and hands that feel
The shape of a dreamer
But it makes no difference
Pick a paddle
Send me swimming.
Tell me what do you see
In the garden of our friendship
Open, and growing in amazement
This full alabaster spoke and unspoken
Spinning wheels and hands that feel
The shape of a note unopened
But it makes no difference
Ever known
Pick a day
Send me swimming
The ocean of refrain
Or the currents of delivery
Day after day
Tell me the shape of your dreams
All these words are emptiness
Devoid of meaning
Reaching or grasping for feeling
That or this
Us and them
Me and you
Tell me something new, friend
And keep it like a secret
A blossom to be awoken
(Growing river of the spoken)
Spinning wheels and hands that feel
The shape of a dreamer
But it makes no difference
Pick a paddle
Send me swimming.
Tell me what do you see
In the garden of our friendship
Open, and growing in amazement
This full alabaster spoke and unspoken
Spinning wheels and hands that feel
The shape of a note unopened
But it makes no difference
Ever known
Pick a day
Send me swimming
The ocean of refrain
Or the currents of delivery
Day after day
Tell me the shape of your dreams
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