#396. recovery act

September 29, 2010

exhausted
by others’ search
for black and white
truth i reach for facts
hidden deep beneath market
driven emotions disguised as patriotism

i breath deeply
extend both hands
smile at my neighbor

#395. the some desert

September 28, 2010

sometimes
decisions
somehow
descend
someway
despite
someones
desires

#394. home you know

September 27, 2010

the grey rivers
mist and concrete
steel slate windows wind
sheets of driven rain competing
with the black thunderheads above
dull glass towers filled with my millions
of neighbors and their many colored dreams
burning their various meanings into entire lives

#393. a last walk

September 26, 2010

a last walk with the hound
across the footbridge steps
echo raw roar of the sea
gentle hush flower fields
scent the chill autumn
evening comes lights
the sky and instant
future once now
knowing peace
thru storms
as we hold
on course

#392. raining stars (thanks L

September 23, 2010

rain water
stars
flash sharp
rays
every where
glow
sparks flying
eyes
shining dark

#391. soul whisper taffy

September 22, 2010

carefully
sleep comes

dreams with all
their lovely strength
and dangerous power
tantalize the unconcious
mind and stretch deep tendrils

carefully
sleep comes

#390. stargaze

September 21, 2010

if the colors within you
reflect the clear night sky
then come to know the meaning
of travelling starwards within the depths
of your lover’s eyes

#389. logotherapy

September 20, 2010

atop the moss
mould turning earth
bound stepping lightly
springing through sunlight
towards the water in every
direction and quiet meaning hangs
with the bright dust and the spicy sharp
scent of leaves turning many colors brings
beloved you and our small golden dog into focus

#388. sunday night match

September 19, 2010

passion
a large joy
jointly created
with all intention
played and mated
with each others’ pieces

afloat the dream opens closes
eyes gone deep into high
soul shadows love
knows the way

#387. traveller

September 18, 2010

if i
wait
or not
vibrating
time moves
me out of now
at the speed my
synapses fire off at
the same rate as i die

redeemed by the eyes of my lover
my own eyes close and cry
and time means naught

in truth i live
in fact i die

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