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night is lying against the day
day is ok with this
they don't fight
just move together
like friends
they can not be lovers
they must maintain a bit of space
they can not tangle
they can only meet at that place
where borderlines
are
a
horizon

it is beautiful
it is a fire
like that of a five alarm
it is an icy slope
a dark tunnel
a light at the end
my rock
my chain
you are so you
and you can't change that
you are as hard as concrete
thick blocked glass
solid steal
you are
magic
angry
honest
hurtful
hopeful
my lover
my friend
i take back from you only one thing
everything else you can keep

my mother's hands are unfamiliar
i look at them now
i see how time has changed them
how the sun has cracked and freckled them
the once nibble fingers fight against the joint
thin
frail
i want to know those hands
know them wrapped around me
holding me
even now
i long for them
to fall softly across my face
comb slowly through
my hair
spreading over her lap
i write these words for you mom
i welcome your belated embrace
i am ready
are you?

Here are some more pictures

the mountains

It has been a long time since I checked in. I when up north to the mountains and it was amazing. I have written a few new pieces that I am working on. I hope to have more to share soon. Here is a photo from that time.

sore eyes see

sore eyes
see
complacent
souls
walking in time
vacant
unfeeling
unmoved
lost to love
far from compassion
thrown from the cliff
by fault of their own
sore eyes
see
tears on a child's face
falling like burning leaves
leaf upon leaf
laying layered on the ground
waiting for winter to freeze them
then waiting for the spring thaw
to awaken there flow
so they may seep into the ground
watering the seeds that will
become this vacant adult
we all seem to become
sore eyes
see
hot rage ripening
like fruit of a sour taste
irregularly shaped apple
pocked and bleeding
white blood
I sit under this tree of pain
feeling the drip
that is void of color
plain
it
burns again
runs into my mouth
filling my throat
moving toward my center
i can not move
over come by this moment
i look to the sky for comfort
there is none
sore eyes
see

this is the time
for love
this is the time
for peace
Cause how many times
will we allow it to be taken
it just what they want us to do

this is the time
for strength
for wisdom
we can ignore
the war that we are in
and I know someplace deep it hardens your heart

how many times
will it take
our people
and when i
say this i mean
all people
there is a price
for peace

it will cost
understanding
and compassion
honesty
humility

this is the time
for action
to raise our voices
so raise your voice and be heard

throw down your guns
wipe your tears
stop wasting your life living in fear

we must stand up and be counted
to be silent now is going to cost us
much more than money.
much more
one life lost
is too great a number

we must stand up for one another
speak loud and clear
gather together
and lets hope it isn't to late

outside my window
there are no bullets skying
but i still feel them pierce my skin
when they fly

Why is is so
that it must be in
your back yard
for you to see
its just what they they want you to see

sometimes i close my eye and pretend
we are all sitting around remember when
there were wars
and destructing
and slavery
and hate

this is the time
for love
this is the time
for peace
Cause how many times
will we allow it to be taken
it just what they want us to do

this is the time
for strength
for this wisdom
we can ignore
the war that we are in
and I know someplace deep it hardens you heart

how many times
will it take
our people
and when i
say this i mean
all people
there is a price
for peace

it will cost
understanding
and compassion
honesty
humility

this is the time
for action
for to raise our voices
so raise your voice and be heard



throw down your guns
wipe your tears
stop wasting y
our life living in fear

we must stand up and be counted
to be silent now is going to cost
much more than money.
much more
one life lost
is too great a number

we must please stand up for one another
speak loud and clear
gather together
and lets hope it isn't to late



that's just what they want you to do


outside my window there are no bullets skying
but i still feel them pierce my skin when they fly
oh another way we could try

Why is is so
that it must be in
your back yard
for you to see
its just what they


sometimes i close my eye and pretend
we are all sitting around remember when
there were wars
and destructing
and slavery
and hate

I just wanted to write and not think

Wild wind blows
through cat-tails
and willow branches
the hair on my arms
stand up
look and see
a ripe sky red
clouds shaped like
planes
rain falling like bullets
like me
like frogs carved from
rock
standing still
waiting
while
rivers bulged
lakes swell
oceans churn
moving in a brutish dance
their waves
tipped with steel
there under toes
fitted with iron
thunder crashes in time
lighting cuts the sky in half
canyon stretch
cracking in the tender places
allowing the rage to flow out
like a glorious elephant
running rampant
plowing down
the
ones
who
hurt
and
rip
and
take
who here will be left standing when the sun again shows its face?

Slow
moving
red
tide
a
scooner
blue
and
gold
tiny
hands
pull
up
the
sails
and
the
wind
is
there
ready
to
greet
them
pushing
against
tarp
which
spreads
roundly
over
the
begining
of
the
gush
together
they
connect
with
taut
benevolence
the
sails
with
their
bright
bold
colors
covering
the
face
of
the
wind
but
the
sails
would
never
know
their
glory
with
out
the
colorless
wind
that
fills
them
and
moves
their
tiny
boat
over
the
silvery
sea

untitled

slits between
boards reveal
blood and gut
bone and Marrow
bared
exposed
ripping them away
stepping into
a river
it pulls
with force
submerges
in red rush
all time present
slide on slide
projected
blending
overlapping
histories
matter melds into a
deep rich mud
comforting
a culmination
of boundlessness
beautiful
complete
blackness

breaking waves
tears
grip
washed out skin
leveled ground
with in
with out
insight
timeless
glass and stone
revoulution
ripping
insides
hold out hands
ginger
rage
shredding
pain
in
the
gut
fences
defences
splintered
tight lipped
pulling on britlle
everything
the rope
nothing
illution
comfort
reflections
a
broken
egg
fledgling
the beggining
end point
a trail
a destination
a thy
a finger
godless children do go to heaven

For my own viewing pleasure

I
looked
over
into
my
lovers eyes
fixed
distant
mountain
reflect
internal
glorious
ridges
deep
burning
sky
like
painted
clouds
in
rose
egglant

rebirth

Rolling
sliding
through
still
water
black
walls
comfort
protect
hold
allowing
freedom
I
am
reborn
with
each
turn
gently
swaying
back
and
forth
cradled
by thick
honey
soft notes
reach
out
vibrating
with in
a pool
waves
move
rich
lava
hot
and
alive
where
sound
moves
with
motion

a work in progress

This is the beginning of my first blog........stay posted