July 28, 2015



These thoughts, but ropes
Ropes clung by hands
Hands of this wooden mind
Mind afloat, on paths engraved in eyes
Eyes, tethered thus by threads
Threads of swung feelings

These thoughts, but clay
Clay, lovelorn as starved souls
Souls clung on our motherly hands
Hands to touch, till they breathe
Breath ours, yet not in our clasp
Clasp could we, tethered by this freedom

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July 27, 2015



Souls, we touch never
Held tense in these isolated ponds
This world made, in mistaken beliefs
Of flat, perfect still waters, to flow into heaven

Souls, we touch ever
Waves, of pulsing vibrations
Wearing waters, of mountains, valleys
Sing a chorus, through the holes in our hearts
Moving ever, on the sands of heaven

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April 3, 2015

219. Life In Backspaces

Life, made from paper and pen
When nerves tingled, a century back
Before keyboards invented by men
Where thoughts ran as trains on track

A train missed, was a past so dead
In cheer, eyes took the next express
As a painter and his colors so wed
A tiny blot reared another, priceless Continue reading

November 29, 2014

218. Look At These Words

look at these words
living as free birds
flying off the page
across time and age

look at these words
as perched quiet birds
settling on the mind
a rest from daily grind Continue reading


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