(2013)
Sometimes I tend to over think things or get too caught up in my own thoughts.
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The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream