birds before a tornado
solacedusoleil:Nature never ceases to amaze me.
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we are here
now is all around us,
we’re caught in time, dancing in place
and instead of me
instead of us….or a cohesion of we…..
you’re there
sucking on your new lover, while I watch.
she’s a cigarette dangling from your lip,
giving you freedom to practice
your cool demeanor on me,
and I’m tired
tired of watching
our passion dissipate into gray clouds
that drift out our bedroom window
into an empty world I thought I
left behind
written 9/08
The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
that I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can’t reach.
With my sense, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
and in the ponds broken off from the sky
my feeling sinks, as if standing on fishes.
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
that I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can’t reach.
With my sense, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
and in the ponds broken off from the sky
my feeling sinks, as if standing on fishes.
written above-
man is not a guest on this planet
we are the planet
along with everything else
that appears to surround us
floating in the sky
and the sea
clinging to the surface
and hanging on below,
As all that is
spills from the core
through us
and beyond
across a canvas of reality
defining space and time
his fingers stumble
over keys
like a drunk man on the street
tripping on awkward dreams
yet so eagerly determined
he refuses to stop
or accept defeat
the most beautiful song
is the struggle to be
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