Shattered like the waves;
Impacted by stigma;
Correlated like the gradients
Of colors, like mist
That's white, translucent, transparent,
Invisible -- degraded
As your heart is excruciated
By the light, by the sound, by the source
Of these images,
Notions of life.
Like fires that burn, that are born,
And resound
Are resolved,
We evolve.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
gravitation
Sometimes we gravitate toward souls
Is it a wonder then that ghosts in tuxedos wander the blocks
So domineering in their intent
Their interest to the other
Their purpose not to frighten but brighten like angels do
Webs of gold
Their secrets told
In the interest of doves
What was becomes
A lover
Then sought
Now seeks to find another
Crisis to emerge
The surge of every word
The liquid
Fraught and told.
Is it a wonder then that ghosts in tuxedos wander the blocks
So domineering in their intent
Their interest to the other
Their purpose not to frighten but brighten like angels do
Webs of gold
Their secrets told
In the interest of doves
What was becomes
A lover
Then sought
Now seeks to find another
Crisis to emerge
The surge of every word
The liquid
Fraught and told.
Friday, July 8, 2011
law as song
Memories.
Directories. Registries.
What's written isn't always right.
What's right? Not force.
What's right? Not being coerced into what isn't.
Who's to say what's wrong?
Think of law as song: fluid, ever-changing,
Lucid rearranging,
Crimson resonating.
Wake up and see the darkness
Come to and feel the light
Reach out as we falter
And seal the healing power.
Directories. Registries.
What's written isn't always right.
What's right? Not force.
What's right? Not being coerced into what isn't.
Who's to say what's wrong?
Think of law as song: fluid, ever-changing,
Lucid rearranging,
Crimson resonating.
Wake up and see the darkness
Come to and feel the light
Reach out as we falter
And seal the healing power.
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spinning
Clutching tulips
Grasping time
Crunching numbers
Spinning twine
Spinning time
We're on time.
Where are you now?
Sipping water?
Drinking wine?
Wind the clocks so they're correct.
Pet the fox so it won't reject you.
northeast/southwest
southeast/northwest
Hard to say which is best,
But the sun sets in the west.
Dec. 31st, 2010
Grasping time
Crunching numbers
Spinning twine
Spinning time
We're on time.
Where are you now?
Sipping water?
Drinking wine?
Wind the clocks so they're correct.
Pet the fox so it won't reject you.
northeast/southwest
southeast/northwest
Hard to say which is best,
But the sun sets in the west.
Dec. 31st, 2010
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
abstained
There may be no colours in the dark,
But white's a shade that doesn't fade;
It shows the stains.
But had you abstained, I'd never know the difference.
I'll never know the answers,
Though you've left traces
Although by God's grace,
He can't erase
What has gone down.
I just know I'm fractured
As the cracks show
And I well know
Not every king should wear a crown.
-- written January 15th, 2011.
But white's a shade that doesn't fade;
It shows the stains.
But had you abstained, I'd never know the difference.
I'll never know the answers,
Though you've left traces
Although by God's grace,
He can't erase
What has gone down.
I just know I'm fractured
As the cracks show
And I well know
Not every king should wear a crown.
-- written January 15th, 2011.
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