Tag: just thinking out loud
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March 19, 2009 11:55 PM EDT --
On the highway home tonight
tears for your mother came in a slow rain
under trust for my love of your company
and the joy of the day.
The sound of their falling . . .
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May 21, 2009 01:50 PM EDT --
My muse murmurs a word in the dark,
a bug in my ear, caught crawling
through pages, or snatched
from the airwaves, . . .
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June 03, 2009 06:31 PM EDT --
She nailed a Haiku to the door at midnight;
a perfect lie, singing like a canary
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August 24, 2009 10:57 PM EDT --
Never informed by the sobriety of angels, You have been this way since before
Jesus wept.
I dare not call you capricious, in describing your . . .
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August 23, 2009 01:47 PM EDT --
Rolling down mountains, doubt fogs all my assumptions. I am inconstant.
The cool of this morning air, tempers the ascent of stone .
Full disclosure: this . . .
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March 24, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
I am not afraid of flowers,
not afraid of a sparrow's song,
not afraid of wind on long grass.
Not afraid;
though I know there is a price to pay, . . .
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June 12, 2009 10:34 AM EDT --
Once I was counseled by a wolf.
He spoke from the center of madness,
ravenous . . .
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November 09, 2009 05:35 PM EST --
Another Zealot
Begins Yelling,
Cursing / X’ing-out
Discovery - Wayward
Email Violated.
For Unsolicited
Gratuitous Thought,
History . . .
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April 20, 2009 04:54 PM EDT --
Birdbath.
Her gaze graces
this turbid bowl, as if...
roil'd feathers, her only concern.
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June 09, 2009 06:24 PM EDT --
She always colors between the lines. Her crayon's stroke is most sublime. Far afield my hand does stray, when pushing . . .
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October 12, 2009 03:45 PM EDT --
As Autumn turns cold,
half-eaten pecans yet fall,
littering . . .
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November 02, 2009 11:18 AM EST --
(He)
“Baloney Comrade!
-Don’t Even
Feign Grace!
Holy Institutions'
Jingoistic Kowtowing . . .
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February 15, 2007 02:51 AM EST --
To know one's heart is a lifetime's
journey. Roads of faith, taking twists
and bends. Running head long into a
mountian's face. Stumbling . . .
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July 29, 2009 08:05 PM EDT --
Cloudburst under cover
of dark
leaves shaken limbs strewn.
Still, wild distant shore
birds
welcome sunrise. . . .
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September 11, 2009 01:35 AM EDT --
Satori is clothed in red thread and candle light. Then dawn combs her hair.
for James Ciriaco
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December 22, 2007 10:08 AM EST --
Fruitcake is not something I would normally think about, and probably not something I would normally buy. One Christmas I made the mistake of defending the beleaguered fruitcake . . .
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August 25, 2008 05:35 PM EDT --
Things are always falling.
Slipping from the finite
into the void.
And back again,
stopping cold, and not, at one point or another
balanced along a particular . . .
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July 06, 2009 07:48 PM EDT --
When you break-
down, there
is no
home to return to. The world is not your
oyster. No matter how strong you think, you become, you . . .
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July 14, 2009 12:55 PM EDT --
Tell your friends you’re a painter;
they’ll want to see your work.
I know you may not have the heart.
You were lovers in your lust and rage. . . .
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July 21, 2009 02:10 PM EDT --
What is it about how
you fill up an ice tray
that reminds me of the
difference among snowflakes?
Or why . . .
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