I'm feeling my muse these days.
Life is once again oozing from my pores and through my keyboard as a result.
You're part of that life so don't be surprised if you think you see yourself on theses pages.
Just sayin'...
Peace and Love.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
The one where I wonder...
rising with the dawn
nature and her god greet me
my nose is filled with the wet rot of the forest
a robin egg sky shines and sparkles
a song rings out
like a chime
or a crystaline D chord, reverberating...
decaying and starting again
steam dances, like specters called home
the sun warms his love
and she stretches out beneath him
groaning
I sigh, stretch
soaking in it
and wonder
will I remember what it feels like
to be in love...
nature and her god greet me
my nose is filled with the wet rot of the forest
a robin egg sky shines and sparkles
a song rings out
like a chime
or a crystaline D chord, reverberating...
decaying and starting again
steam dances, like specters called home
the sun warms his love
and she stretches out beneath him
groaning
I sigh, stretch
soaking in it
and wonder
will I remember what it feels like
to be in love...
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
The one where she dances...
She wants to dance with Bono
wants to live in that rarefied air...
get that broken heart mended
wrapped up in some everlasting arms
She tells him, "I want to play in your band"
feel that adoration
and swoon
She wants to dance with Bono
Tango, Samba, Meringue
with an Irish accent
and swagger
She makes me dream
and
I want to be Bono...
wants to live in that rarefied air...
get that broken heart mended
wrapped up in some everlasting arms
She tells him, "I want to play in your band"
feel that adoration
and swoon
She wants to dance with Bono
Tango, Samba, Meringue
with an Irish accent
and swagger
She makes me dream
and
I want to be Bono...
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
The one where I see things...
Sometimes I can see
The stitches on a curve ball
The maelstrom of a black hole and the math at work
Into your eyes and the wonders of creation
Sometimes I can hear
The universe vibrating
The wee folk laughing
Your heart beating
Sometime I can feel
The solar winds blow through my hair
The plates surf on magma
The warmth of your body
and I wonder...
The stitches on a curve ball
The maelstrom of a black hole and the math at work
Into your eyes and the wonders of creation
Sometimes I can hear
The universe vibrating
The wee folk laughing
Your heart beating
Sometime I can feel
The solar winds blow through my hair
The plates surf on magma
The warmth of your body
and I wonder...
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