This moment of begin
The internal panning
Seeking for some solace
Rather than fire fanning
Reacting to much less
Emotions are hard wood
Blooms only on new growth
So it is, as it should
Monday, May 25, 2020
Wednesday, May 13, 2020
Dreams two point nine miles out
Dreams two point nine miles out
The flat line of a heart
The silence of sound waves
Or where here and there part
Casting past the shimmers
Or white petals of moon
Like light through ajar doors
The escape for marooned
Friday, May 8, 2020
We are the new ancient
We are the new ancient
In the present ago
All of everything now
Shuffles into shadow
All of everything now
Shuffles into shadow
Community fabric
Neighborhood tapestry
A mantle turning shroud
Transient majesty
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Asking the right questions
Asking the right questions
And calling my own bluff
Seeking to self-propel
When enough is enough
Raising myself up to
A better vantage point
In order to assess Life
And not feel disappoint
And calling my own bluff
Seeking to self-propel
When enough is enough
Raising myself up to
A better vantage point
In order to assess Life
And not feel disappoint
Sunday, May 3, 2020
Have I truly matured
Have I truly matured
Childlike discoveries
A scarlet tanager
Details not summaries
And will I never cease
To be amazed - the joy
Of science and nature
Emphasizing the boy
Childlike discoveries
A scarlet tanager
Details not summaries
And will I never cease
To be amazed - the joy
Of science and nature
Emphasizing the boy
My heart breaks when yours breaks
My heart breaks when yours breaks
All of water is one
'Though we cast two shadows
It's a singular sun
In the hole of lost hope
We thread it with future
So the heart can heal fast
Resume after suture
All of water is one
'Though we cast two shadows
It's a singular sun
In the hole of lost hope
We thread it with future
So the heart can heal fast
Resume after suture
Spent my fortune of years
Spent my fortune of years
With little precision
The sense of an altar
Without a religion
Regretful and boastful
But not leaving a mark
A silence succumbs us
Those who whisper not hark
With little precision
The sense of an altar
Without a religion
Regretful and boastful
But not leaving a mark
A silence succumbs us
Those who whisper not hark
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