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Tag: Mind

Two of a Kind

How often I wonder do I see the world distorted by the lens of my past in colors of jade edges dulled contrast fuzzy like looking through a dusty kaleidoscope […]

Beaver Moon

There’s a full moon tonight. It is a moon of introspection. A time when impulse gives way to doubt. Doubt gives way to resistance. Resistance gives way to rebellion. If, […]

Melancholia

Still as my breath Slow as my step Yet I wander Lost in thoughts That invade A silent army Of recollection That tramples my peace Despite the calm I turn […]

Smile

I’m not sure when I scribbled this poem on a loose sheaf of note paper (now in the “Final” file along with empty cans and banana peals as all illegible […]

3:33

It’s 3:33 am. The witching hour. There’s a lot of nonsense that goes along with numbers. Especially repeating numbers. Among the nonsense are some very few truths. Truth #1 – […]

Hope

I am taken by a calm of soul this morning. A peace which has eluded me for some time. So rare that I barely recognize it. It penetrates my inner […]

Speechless

I am speechless Not without words They come too fast Too many To capture more than a few I catch but snippets Like lines from long forgotten songs Begging to […]

I am like the river

I wake, alone, always alone, and wonder; why does it have to be like this? I move slow, zombie like, to the kitchen dragging a handful of clothes which will […]

Roots (2010)

Roots Saturday, 14. August 2010, 12:06:43   I will flow follow the river find my way along the stoney shore and take root where root will take      

deprivation:inspiration

woke with deprivation inspiration the dreams I sought pervaded and evaded dodged and ducked vanished at a touch offering just a taste of their sweet promise like sirens that taunt […]

Tick Tock

My mind rattles With thoughts Like a thousand chattering clocks That grasp and claw With their metal hands No two With the same time Each clack a memory Ticks and […]

i am the wind

Upon red shores Of bloodlet hearts The manifest Divine In search of a single soul Deserving Of the love promised all Seeks Not gods in the heavens But man In the […]

Wings

  Those invisible things on your back are wings. You were born with them. They are not there for decoration. They are not an “inconvenience” or a “burden” or some […]