(2013)
Sometimes I tend to over think things or get too caught up in my own thoughts.
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Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told