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equilibrium
brass monkey weather is not my soul
there’s something fundamentally wrong
I’m a bird that stayed way too long?
and brass monkey weather exposed the nest when I’m gone? -
an old love letter
reflection on the surface of water was drowned
to go down into another substance through the surface
The little boat of love sank beneath the waves
with an old love latter -
patches of dense fog
restrict freedom
surround with a fence
divide one belief from another with a fence
divide one heart from another
fenced with barbed wire -
travel without a map
the splitting of the atom
and I felt my body surrounded by a chemical reaction
I felt the cosmic rays
that reach the earth from outer space
framed by mercury
it circles degrees -
In Memory Of Her Skin
an eye was trying to see internal bruising
she shuts her eyes
the candles shed a soft glow on her face
pleading eyes..
she shed no tears -
pledge
I just sat there, sunk in thought
we need to sink our differences
the full scale of the disaster has yet to sink in
can we carry out a plan? -
brothers
dark and hallowed
ground
into the light
touching my soul
sees only the night
washed clean
the stones
of time
will find you
here
wrapped in arms
of solitude
joined everafter
awaiting th… -
The Ghosts of Gilderoy
The ghosts of Gilderoy come galloping by
with swift and deadly moves
horses mounted and guns slung over
their saddles they ride straight and true -
you are always there
you provided me with milk and nurtured me
you provided me with food to give me strength
you clothed me
you gave me inspiration -
orthodox
The heart was half empty
the soul was hollow inside
like it’s having a hole
empty space inside
hollow eyes
empty words were walking around
watched as the fire slowly kindled -
metaphor
the darkness of the metaphor destroyed its effectiveness
some stories are large in scope and dark in substance
concealed and thousand secret; mysterious
a life full of obscurities! -
The Flat lands
we strayed a few blocks in the wrong direction and became hopelessly lost
the time spoke in a brusque tone
do we got the drift of what time said?
the meanders of a time! -
time
in the bark of a tree
is where i found you
today
upside down
looking out
finding
me too
often
it’s like
that
this is
how
it
is
until
you find me
in a field
wide open
arms
rea… -
Tug
Longing
Sears
Open wounds
With an agonizing balm
Of purifying discontent
And irrational beauty
(7-5-08)
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Oracle
I wanted to find a place where I could go to ask the God for advice and information about the future
Where and whom God was thought to give his messages
where they consulted the oracle? -
Join the voice
When the voice of a child needs to be heard the loudest…when it is speechless not through choice but through innocence…when artistic intentions mask manipulation…because EVERY CHILD MATTERS!!!! …
