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Monday, August 19, 2013
Nothing is worth noting
Nothing is worth noting
Not a cloud in the sky
And the streets are empty
Not a sole passerby
All the birds are silent
And the bees are napping
No breeze through the window
And no front door tapping
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Monumental feeling
Monumental feeling
Like a big gulp looming
Inhaled and held until
The small heart starts booming
Then exhaled and passing
Normal Life resuming
What was overwhelming
Becomes unassuming
Useless infinity
Useless infinity
No want of forever
Unable to retrieve
Just one day whenever
We were touching souls, the
Past and future missing
Intersecting comets
Two entities kissing
Beneath a summer sky
Beneath a summer sky
With clouds from a whistle
The red-winged black birds perch
Near the prairie thistle
On cattails tall as corn
Like gargoyles on church spires
Forming lookouts from here
And the telephone wires
Left with all this wreckage
Left with all this wreckage
Letters not making words
Nothing is complete now
All quarters, halves or thirds
Or slivers and pieces
Covered in its own dust
All remnants of a joy
That tumbled from its cusp
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Where has the love gone to
Where has the love gone to
The performance ended
Do we no longer care
The garden untended
All at once pure brilliance
Like a comet, not stars
Blazing, burning, leaving
For a moment, just ours
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
There is a true sadness
There is a true sadness
In the leaves, in sunlight
In the way shadows move
Like the head of a kite
Or slow waves of a hand
Not greeting, waving bye
As the sun bears down and
Moves slowly through the sky
Monday, August 5, 2013
A Life without prospects
A Life without prospects
Unmovable fences
Unable to break through
There’s no future tenses
Nowhere a beginning
Fighting feeling flustered
Bang and beat the drums with
All that I have mustered
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Between the words, the pause
Between the words, the pause
Like a sky through the leaves
A soft place to land where
The words are sure to breathe
When the heart doesn’t beat
For a second at rest
Then life resumes again
With the thump of the chest
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Not enough to survive
Not enough to survive
Needing validation
It’s hard to find justice
Let alone salvation
Searching for the moment
When Truth stands up with pride
And the wielding gavel
Passes laws to abide
On a Tuesday evening
On a Tuesday evening
I sang a song to you
It was the month of May
Yet nothing felt brand new
This was our last moment
Before the great divide
Our hearts were Empire tall
Victoria Lake wide
There is the overwhelm
There is the overwhelm
In sunlight, in the breeze
Permeating through Life with
The sound of jingling keys
Closer to the locks and
Solving the mystery
And then the underwhelm
Never in history
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