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an old Native American saying is there are at least as many perspectives as there are degrees to a circle......
In court we are asked to solemnly tell the whole truth?
Now different facts come to light...from different witnesses
only some of which are false; do they compete???
If something is my belief for me it surely does exist
To believe in our own existence
A smell of sweet blood refusing to taint caresses my senses.
yet your nostrils are permeated with nature's carrion.
Nod from across the way, in a haze, smells emptiness.
once it is gone ~who is right???
Who tells the truth???
All witnesses have left
Did the aroma exist??
Who can prove it???
any/all ...is the question?
your choice...your answer...you pick..
Its your perspective..
The leaves fall gently, over the sod,
Uncover blank stares as it rolls back
From the tines of rakes scraped
Carelessly over your past....
the scent of harvest
Resides in wicker, wheat and russet.
Posted: 8/11/2010 11:54:01 AM
|play a harp for me my angel of caveat|
A prelude to the trumps of time,
in glee; dance, wings taut
now drop: the last bell does chime
Posted: 8/18/2010 9:59:56 PM
|Velvet stretched in want|
Now wrinkled and hung over
Used, spent and empty
Posted: 8/19/2010 5:32:26 AM
|Slip into the pool|
The water is inviting
Free float, Lost to everything above
Under is everything
In it wetness, feel
Posted: 8/21/2010 11:14:25 PM
|The bamboo has died in the windowsill;|
Toads' droppings as they hide under the light fixture
Cling to the siding, Sparrows have flown
Away from the sprinkler and feeder, unlike the past
Today, crawled slowly by in gray gloom
Rain swollen clouds hung silent as lovers hiding lies
Between neat, pressed and folded linen
Until ebony skies leaked heaven's shadows down as
Lowly dancers splashing into my lights
Rain's residual salt, and sand tangles flesh curtains
That hang over brown orbs of intrasight
Torrents of relief rush from the celestial veil dropping
This night toad's opal beryl under-belly
Glows against the storm door, silver sprinkled about
In cascading rivulets, bright reseda tree
Frog's suction-cup toes cling onto a disfigured globe
That bends beams over quiet stillness
And crickets chirp while raindrops settle in blades of
Posted: 8/24/2010 9:34:36 PM
Epsom salt waters
A brilliant white room shining
No door for an exit; without a place to sit
I press my finger tips, dripping
To lips parched, and wanting,
pungent rich coffee,
Rose bitter from thee:
Old, purified, sanctified
Blood, rust and yellow
Boiled slowly in the kettle
Ending in the tea call whistle
Run the water through the bodum
Yet the grounds pressed release
Posted: 8/26/2010 2:16:36 AM
I looked and there
They scrounged for a dime
Outlaying all they had
Dashing to and fro
So Touched was
I to interrupt
as they refused
I did contemplate ...
Despondent was I
Unaware I was
Given a great pain
About the corner of my eye!!!
Posted: 9/1/2010 5:17:34 AM
|Went to the store|
I did I did
My eyes glazed over
All the lovely things
Not resting until they found
The one, brightest most beautiful
How perfect it was in my hand
I caressed it and held it, so sweet it smelled
Not a flaw upon its perfect surface
Knowing my plans were to shape it
Form it, and reshape it just for me
I did buy it...
Right there and then
So I tore off all the packaging
Took it gently in my hands and ate it.....
Smashed that lovely surface between my teeth
Crushed every ounce of sweetness from it,
Until nothing was left, but to swallow...
Push the reshaped purchase down I did
Practically choking on its bitter after bite
Enraged that my purchase was so flawed
Replace it, I did, with another material possession.
Posted: 9/8/2010 8:41:51 AM
Summer flew on by
Autumn wind whipped in heavy
Dropped a tree that mourn
Posted: 9/16/2010 10:48:49 PM
Roller coaster rides
To the top and upside down
Roll on down to stop
Posted: 9/16/2010 11:17:32 PM
I held a small mirror up to see you;
You were there in my vanity drawer
Mixed in with all my makeup and perfume:
Shuffled it aside, and looked a bit closer
Underneath smoky glass, your reflection...
Hadn't meant to pass by your youthful dew,
didn't quite notice that fluffy grey plume:
Brushed dust off fine print labels
that I long since ceased to wear,
to see crows feet crinkle deep,
Around eyes that blinked by life.
But I thought I recognized
you for a minute, it was
a folded piece of paper:
Edges crumpled with worn folds
tucked there with a phone number,
In the corner of my vanity.
I couldn't remember the you...
I dropped the paper in the trash.
Posted: 9/17/2010 9:28:24 PM
|You can find the Yod|
only a sec to tittle
drop a dash or more
Posted: 9/18/2010 5:17:19 AM
|My favorite fairy tale|
As a child
Now I know that
I find my own shoe
Lost in haste
Looking every place
Denying that I danced
Around the clock
No one heard me
Come or go
Every one else was dancing
If in my shoe fits you better
Lets hope you didn't butcher your
In case you did you may find
Dapper Dans all over
Raving about small feet
Only be sure to hold
Purity, for thats how its told.....
Posted: 9/20/2010 1:37:39 PM
did you die once; waiting, wanting
that voice to call you and gently
place lips upon your empty mouth?
Do you sleep now? The ragged breath
Of dreams lost pulling on your
Posted: 9/20/2010 9:45:46 PM
removal of wombs
Don't you look lovely today~
but a hack saw better treatment
For a lack of insight matters not
Poke it prod it
lay it on the table
off center you know
Posted: 9/21/2010 9:48:32 PM
|sleepy pumpkin sun|
white gowned wraiths rise from the pond
deer in the corn field
frost dusting the hollow woods
Posted: 9/24/2010 2:37:22 PM
|***a snippet of some lyrics i'm working on...the only snippet that doesn't sound too like a wallowing pygmalion chasing after a love dream***|
i miss the children we never had
because we never loved
i miss the home we never shared
built by hands we never held
i miss the life we never had together
because we never kissed
i miss the memories we never saved
in photographs we didn't take
but i miss most the first time we met
because i don't think we ever will
Posted: 9/24/2010 10:27:38 PM
Proust spoke of the past
Remember now the future
Posted: 9/29/2010 8:50:00 PM
|Charmed the words swim;|
As duct taped holes in sinks
Water leaks through no matter,
A crow flies about its wings
Spread in bleak foreboding,
To blind eyes twitching,
After hearing twice of the story.
Caught running amok in all her glory.
Everwhere I looked for water
Try to slake my thirst, yet found
Kytx the trickster, I asked him
"Old soul where can I find water?"
Answered he "Where have you looked?"
"Near each place that is muddied"
Posted: 10/5/2010 6:19:05 AM
|You are no where,|
lost when I call.
Each and every stare
falls upon me alone.
Knowing it is good
like fresh linen
and cedar wood,
I AM Swollen and ripe,
Yet Anger ferments,
Me and mine.
In arms intent
to Rise High:
A love once
such an embrace
as sweet heady wine.
Stifle any cry
from lips dry...
with forgotten grunts--
Temper the bone
Deliver the present, and
Drink love's prototype
recall plays its tapes
A lopsided grin escapes...
Posted: 10/12/2010 11:02:14 PM
Japanese white and grey spotted and tufted quail hobbled
through the still balm of moss draped cycads and ferns.
The seven, red necked, nipponia strutted through evergreen.
Stunt eared hares with long teeth captured and gobbled
delicate, chinchilla, guinea brains, leaving bloody bodies:
Quick and swift was the decapitation, early morning sun hadn't
dried the dew before the departure of the hares.
grey misty fingers seperated the living from the dead.
Her sun dropped silver coins across the deep red, soaked
Posted: 10/14/2010 9:43:18 PM
too cold and late
to break our bold
passion and heat
falling in autumn
Posted: 10/16/2010 8:18:20 PM
|Tab U La Ra Sa te|
pull up the pip
it has invaded
A crack rips
Open portals jaded
Clasped hands shun
As the sun painted
streaks on a draped bud
Fidelity took ill,
still, while gelding stud
produce empty offspring
filled in life to the gill
until their voices do sing
Posted: 10/17/2010 11:22:33 PM
He lay there next to her
A best friend and lover
She did ask him softly,
Looking at the stars above
"What's it like?"
Shine on a mute answer
He's absent when she turns.
Posted: 10/22/2010 9:30:59 PM
|you r welcome.... any time... keep up your whispers toooo!!!|