Play
Closets bare
the summer
rolls near
on countless waves
of ocean breaks
and melodies set
with glass hands
Winter
When speed
runs in
catch it fast
hold the pressure
down
close to
the lungs
and wait
to dive.
Delicate
easily
spoiled
the fine china
upon the
careful shelf
bottle
do we
remember bitter?
The images
that it creates
solid and fresh
as if
rolled in the dusty
memories
of small things
Kind
Be sweet
No more pressure
allow for pauses
and the collected thoughts
to ramble
and roll
be sweet.
Molly
curly
the red runs
brave and small
through the
open field
Suicidal
I never
thanked you
for sitting
with me
as the fire
rose
before I
discovered
that I
was fire proof.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Chapter 137: "quixotic
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Thursday, November 6, 2014
Plain
Precious 8
Fall
from the fact
treat yourself
kindly
and settle in
with a warm blanket
a good book
and the possibility
of sleep
Tea at a stand
still
waiting for
the next dreams
to roll their way
to you.
Squander
never fall
keep strong
even after
all of the
money
is gone
and those
that said
they would
stay forever
departed
after the
final call
The first jar
is pennies.
don't believe them
they lie all of the time
Quarters
are at least
a little bit better
they give you
some kind if warning
(to be continued)...
Dwell
Far free
the covers clutch
that grace
which walks
seldom through
those pious
lands
DNA
We sit
in a burden
of copies
before
wondering why
seldom how
we exist
but for a mire
string of cells
Legend
Secretly
a mystery
unfolds
between the
tales told
and the truth
lock
pausing
he secured
the door
there was
no time
to stop
for what
remained.
Fall
from the fact
treat yourself
kindly
and settle in
with a warm blanket
a good book
and the possibility
of sleep
Tea at a stand
still
waiting for
the next dreams
to roll their way
to you.
Squander
never fall
keep strong
even after
all of the
money
is gone
and those
that said
they would
stay forever
departed
after the
final call
The first jar
is pennies.
don't believe them
they lie all of the time
Quarters
are at least
a little bit better
they give you
some kind if warning
(to be continued)...
Dwell
Far free
the covers clutch
that grace
which walks
seldom through
those pious
lands
DNA
We sit
in a burden
of copies
before
wondering why
seldom how
we exist
but for a mire
string of cells
Legend
Secretly
a mystery
unfolds
between the
tales told
and the truth
lock
pausing
he secured
the door
there was
no time
to stop
for what
remained.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Chapter 136: "Halloween in Love"
Amanda Duff from "NerdMartCustoms" who you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/
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Wednesday, October 22, 2014
brutal
souls
we ponder
close by
palm to palm
the quick
and free
open to
exploration
and dreams
of clouds
running
in search
of the
bright
light
5:44
how poor
we that make
demands
on course
we appear
blind
but the cause
of death
is simple
Tin
remember
beats
how fresh
and new
escape
the convicts
the mental
asylum
and reach
borders
without cover
Siren
does one
excuse
the Big City
for pouring
over their
cloudless day?
rocky
drifts of
wild birds
the noise beats
like broken wings
begging for food
on an endless
descent
towards madness
19
Flesh thick
and rubber felt
still staring at the wall
Imagination
careless books
how they make
reality seem wrong
we ponder
close by
palm to palm
the quick
and free
open to
exploration
and dreams
of clouds
running
in search
of the
bright
light
5:44
how poor
we that make
demands
on course
we appear
blind
but the cause
of death
is simple
Tin
remember
beats
how fresh
and new
escape
the convicts
the mental
asylum
and reach
borders
without cover
Siren
does one
excuse
the Big City
for pouring
over their
cloudless day?
rocky
drifts of
wild birds
the noise beats
like broken wings
begging for food
on an endless
descent
towards madness
19
Flesh thick
and rubber felt
still staring at the wall
Imagination
careless books
how they make
reality seem wrong
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Tests
Mesh
when I dream
I dream
in color
even though
I'm colorblind
Habit
How do you
see so clearly
through the
falling rain?
When the darkness
comes again
they will be
beating at your
door.
Mistake
There is nothing
sweet
about failure
it is deep trenches
it is the hole in
the Earth
Chief
The meadow
conjures
an image
of yellow tulips
and you
young and happy
running through
your forever
home
No you don't
When the balance comes
the tricky
will seize
what they can
and fists
of fortune
will Glow
Old
Give me
the sorrow of flesh
turned to wrinkles
on a
hot
summer day
Voyage
wound tight
the blood passes
against the pores
as the thrill
of death
arrives
when I dream
I dream
in color
even though
I'm colorblind
Habit
How do you
see so clearly
through the
falling rain?
When the darkness
comes again
they will be
beating at your
door.
Mistake
There is nothing
sweet
about failure
it is deep trenches
it is the hole in
the Earth
Chief
The meadow
conjures
an image
of yellow tulips
and you
young and happy
running through
your forever
home
No you don't
When the balance comes
the tricky
will seize
what they can
and fists
of fortune
will Glow
Old
Give me
the sorrow of flesh
turned to wrinkles
on a
hot
summer day
Voyage
wound tight
the blood passes
against the pores
as the thrill
of death
arrives
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
purple
single
born
brain beat
down
saliva
in the afternoon
holding onto
white
cotton
sheets
before we
die
a small
short
death.
swim
Begin
with balance
fit
down
the wall
hands high
swinging vines
on a cold
summer day
drop
nerve
Bi-boom
drive home
with secret
curiosity
give
one moment
made by tears
the soil
fresh
with weak
hands.
Increase
Putting together
small
sticky
pieces
up against
the letters
of age
Nod
Click
the game
smoke
the rat
finds a hole
Burden
The home
wraps around
the feet
pulling at
the ankles
shred down
to the bone
by spirals
and
centerpieces
born
brain beat
down
saliva
in the afternoon
holding onto
white
cotton
sheets
before we
die
a small
short
death.
swim
Begin
with balance
fit
down
the wall
hands high
swinging vines
on a cold
summer day
drop
nerve
Bi-boom
drive home
with secret
curiosity
give
one moment
made by tears
the soil
fresh
with weak
hands.
Increase
Putting together
small
sticky
pieces
up against
the letters
of age
Nod
Click
the game
smoke
the rat
finds a hole
Burden
The home
wraps around
the feet
pulling at
the ankles
shred down
to the bone
by spirals
and
centerpieces
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Gynocopter
mine
silly
little
girl
swatting flies
keep moving
hands
over eyes
We hear
the screams
from the
house
and do
nothing
Child
Gold
swept away
under fresh
burners
high in
the mountains
with what
down towards
the beforehand
four or five
years forgotten
source
break by
the upper crust
taking possession
of the night
bringing them
home
wire turned
sealed kisses
remodeled
by the foot
of the bed
repair
poor dears
the window beat
empty
gasping flowers
waiting to
be fed
through alley's
of profit
the drive
merges in
we walk
empty handed
Liar
Bull beaten
flesh bare
the red welts
of time
never healed
that everybody
knows
check the
trust
sell the sweat
how do
they cry
Colorado
the snow
follow us
home
under the table
We hide
buried in wheat
and lead
by folded
hands
carefully square
Fight
the can
it rolls
down and up
the back track
silky smooth
how active
do we run
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Chapter 135: "The Loneliness Factor"
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Overkill
horror
when i was small
and younger
so much younger
than I am
now
it was easy
to believe
so easy
to find
in my
imagination
the answers
all lined up
in a row
but I
could never focus
long enough
to realize
the thoughts
inside my head
age
has given me freedom
to let
the monsters
come out
The clock
Tick
the hand 5 turns
quarter of
all around
dimly lit
in a bright room
full of broken
promises
Plain
heavy looks
cold string beans
on a dark
wooden plate
the fork
drifts over
but does
not pierce
Sick
patch
to send out
into the world
again
the miracle
of a beating heart
and a
clear
mind
Strange
sweep aside
this anger
of things
different
and odd
collect the wind
complete the canvas
Thirst
I do not
desire
the hunger
that begs
for more
True
Ah yes
there are
far better worlds
But you
would not
be there
and neither
would I
so, I would
prefer to stay
here with you
when i was small
and younger
so much younger
than I am
now
it was easy
to believe
so easy
to find
in my
imagination
the answers
all lined up
in a row
but I
could never focus
long enough
to realize
the thoughts
inside my head
age
has given me freedom
to let
the monsters
come out
The clock
Tick
the hand 5 turns
quarter of
all around
dimly lit
in a bright room
full of broken
promises
Plain
heavy looks
cold string beans
on a dark
wooden plate
the fork
drifts over
but does
not pierce
Sick
patch
to send out
into the world
again
the miracle
of a beating heart
and a
clear
mind
Strange
sweep aside
this anger
of things
different
and odd
collect the wind
complete the canvas
Thirst
I do not
desire
the hunger
that begs
for more
True
Ah yes
there are
far better worlds
But you
would not
be there
and neither
would I
so, I would
prefer to stay
here with you
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