Friday, February 18, 2011
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Sayonara!
Saturday, October 02, 2010
Winterfrozen
Blackness has dug its den
deep into half of my skull.
Words stay winterfrozen
halfway between throat and lips.
Who can teach me
how to die
in July?
deep into half of my skull.
Words stay winterfrozen
halfway between throat and lips.
Who can teach me
how to die
in July?
Labels: poetry
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Entanglement
So long ago
the stars have grown
their roots,
and earthly days
spin and entangle us
in their infinite stems..
the stars have grown
their roots,
and earthly days
spin and entangle us
in their infinite stems..
Labels: poetry
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
All Ties Broken
i'm in the love with you:
all ties broken,
the air we breathe keeps together
one beating of hearts,
of one fabric of clouds,
or one sail between waters and skies
of one deep look into eyes, seeing eyes..
all ties broken,
the air we breathe keeps together
one beating of hearts,
of one fabric of clouds,
or one sail between waters and skies
of one deep look into eyes, seeing eyes..
Labels: poetry
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Time's On..
time's on:
the start has been given
to the life as it follows
horizon stretches around me
the slippery lips of countless black holes
to what name do I nod?
what am I called by whom?
In the end,
the ball of the giant roulette
will rest on a number.
I'm gone!
the start has been given
to the life as it follows
horizon stretches around me
the slippery lips of countless black holes
to what name do I nod?
what am I called by whom?
In the end,
the ball of the giant roulette
will rest on a number.
I'm gone!
Labels: poetry
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Threading
In the stretches of days will I find
any shadow unmoved
by the arch of the glory
of the mighty and holy?
I will return to the center,
from shadow of soul
to soul of that shadow,
by knowing my all
from planet to planet
a spiral has webbed
all moons of all nights
of bedding same bed
my eye has been spawning
a thread for the pathing
from ray to the fire,
from drum to that thunder
holding the pulling thread anchored
to that heart now broken
by harboring ships now foreign
and all words unspoken..
any shadow unmoved
by the arch of the glory
of the mighty and holy?
I will return to the center,
from shadow of soul
to soul of that shadow,
by knowing my all
from planet to planet
a spiral has webbed
all moons of all nights
of bedding same bed
my eye has been spawning
a thread for the pathing
from ray to the fire,
from drum to that thunder
holding the pulling thread anchored
to that heart now broken
by harboring ships now foreign
and all words unspoken..
Labels: poetry
