i
am
lost
in
loss
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
September 6th
On September 6th,
A silly, broken doll
Got picked up
By a silly, shiny puppy
On September 6th,
A wild, empty rose
Got picked up
By a tame, gentle gardener
On September 6th,
Immeasurable distances, overcast and stormy, rose over the horizon
and again,
stagnant turmoil
remained.
On February 19th,
There is little to say, too much to think, and no timing.
A silly, broken doll
Got picked up
By a silly, shiny puppy
On September 6th,
A wild, empty rose
Got picked up
By a tame, gentle gardener
On September 6th,
Immeasurable distances, overcast and stormy, rose over the horizon
and again,
stagnant turmoil
remained.
On February 19th,
There is little to say, too much to think, and no timing.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
There is an echo of the past
There is an echo of the past
jumping off secret walls, long lost yet returning
to reverberate silently one more time.
Somehow the sound lingers,
but is unable to make noise.
Can you hear it?
jumping off secret walls, long lost yet returning
to reverberate silently one more time.
Somehow the sound lingers,
but is unable to make noise.
Can you hear it?
Monday, May 2, 2011
the honest-to-God-truth
is better than you will ever know.
it is everything you imagined, and so much more.
the details would make you laugh, cry, laugh again, and cry one last time.
and you will never, ever know.
it is everything you imagined, and so much more.
the details would make you laugh, cry, laugh again, and cry one last time.
and you will never, ever know.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
A man on the moon
A man on the moon
muses on me and my music
music that moves me
missing music, mystic music, mystery music
A man on the moon muses.
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