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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Distant Closeness

Distant closeness
Driving in this free for all
With no exits
Intense Sui generis
Mysterious epochal roles
Elusive categories of life
Every one desires it
Yet safety of mediocrity beckons
Lamenting happiness
Hope intoxicates
Murky indulgences
Multi layered puzzles
Exclusively crowded
And always an afterwards
Eternal questions
Tame a savage prophecy
By making happy memories
Or just trying too

Monday, June 27, 2011

Eternal Question

Eternal question
Floating eternal question
What is happiness?
Knowing it elusive
Questioning redundancy
Realizing happiness
Unvanquished appreciation
Accepting the inevitable
One small step at a time

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Playing Philosopher

Playing philosopher
Whispering words
Living in a song
Violating the rules
Sad when it ends
Knowing it must
The rest of life started
From this point on
Immune from time
Racing shadows
Almost touching sanity
Melancholy obsession
As the last note plays
Bursting with longing
Can’t stay forever
Matters immensely
For a moment
Silence wafting in the aroma of despair
As the next song begins

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Edge of yesterday

Life on the edge of yesterday
Deceit organic
Spirits of time lingers
Hope another fool’s game
With a hellacious reality test
Mannequins’ stare
Screaming loudly
In the silence of one’s own mind
Déjà vu mistakes repeated
Dangerous a conscience can be
Hidden with in
Yet small enough to fit
In the palm of a hand
Taste that thought
On ones tongue
Feel the beat
Drain away

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Continues Symphony

Reality beyond defined
Fluid impressions
Inevitable familiarity
Fate has no morality
Quid pro quo

Paint that
Looking at the world
Through sea filled eyes

It is the colours in the clouds
And reflected in the trees
That I like

Yet it is the messages
In the shadows
Between the grays and blacks
That speaks to me

Potent as a favorite song
Continues symphony
Opening a path of decisions

My hand grips the air
Reaching for the clouds
Hope a ravenous character flaw
Only I can enter
Words echo “ why are you here?”

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Karma has no conscience

Karma will have a say
As she has no conscience
It will be long and painful
or quick and deceitful
Perhaps but not from my view point
Will it reflect scrutiny?
I no longer care!
Threads grow thinner
Time heal all but regret
Karma will have a say
It will no longer matter
The honor will have faded
Humorous at a number of levels
A metaphor in there some where

Friday, June 17, 2011

Thought of the day June 17

Painting without names
Art without soul
Names give the art a reason to be
Mona Lisa named Arica would have no meaning
A painting needs names like they do paint
Images are a thousand words
Images named define the words
Giving it context
Name it only after it born
Because the character will then be exposed
Miss-naming it will cause a life of confusing

Thursday, June 16, 2011


“Why won’t you let the past be in the past?”
Messages pasted throw the lips of babies
Actions are the benchmarks

History defines who you are
Where you are from
Ignoring it is like hiding in a mirror

Hold my heart dad
Feel the heartbeat
The beat knows my love

That from a 5 year
Eyes so young
Knows too much

Considerations are just smoke in a window
Smiles distractions from the fangs
It is what it is and I know the truth

So it wont happen again

Monday, June 13, 2011

Paradox dream

A home with in a house
On a hill overlooking a lake
Reflected from within
Flickering candle light
Playing shadow games
Welded together in a watery dream
Spirits of the past
Dancing on the walls
Touching the floor where the sound should be
The fire cleansing one soul
Surreal reality colliding in circumstances
Songs without words
Maps without roads
Meaning whispered in the wind
A touch melted in wax
Warm at first but resonates in ice

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Bones on Bones

Bones on bones
Pilled high
Looking up to the sky
Cold to the touch
Warming in the sun’s embrace
Collecting vitamin d
In the sand
The waves wash away
Revealing bones from history
Lessons of the past

Monday, June 6, 2011

Quick sand

Standing in one place
Racing as fast as I can
Seasons fly by
Colours blur

Faces and memories fade
Situations resonates
Days tick by
Like the seconds on clock

Standing in quick sand
Perfection past due
The taste of isolation bitter
Images blend like snow in a storm

Friday, June 3, 2011

Is this a dream?

Spirit Omens
Most don’t believe
Some tell themselves it not real
As the eagle glances in my window
Perched on lawn chair
Daily ritual it seems to be
The commute to work has another
Flying at window level travelling at the same speed
Drops back after a second or two
The occurs daily too
In the morning and evening too
On the week end turkey vultures float on the wind
Silent in their pack
Mother Nature so twisted and none forgiving
Buried under rotting foliage
Perception just a point of view
Sunset to some
Is a sunrise to others?
Insomnia is this a dream?
Thoughts between the grayness of sleep and restlessness

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Life is fascinating

Life is fascinating
Questions never ending
And non satisfying
Colours can string across the heavens
The stars can be shy
Peeking across the heavens
Like a troubled child
Mirrors in the wind
Rain comforting to touch
Leaving a resonating residue
Some say it makes you stronger
Some that it was meant to be
Other that luck is made
Is searching for perfection wasted?
Not if perfection is searching for you
Moral metaphor ambiguous