Crackle
Date: Jul 4th, 2007 6:02:21 pm - Subscribe
Mood: bleh
Crackling light
at black bottom
chimney smoke begins
there
ascends
somewhere
Crack, collapse
recycled as smoke ...
Spirit.
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Coasting
Date: Jun 27th, 2007 7:54:38 am - Subscribe
Mood: balanced
Coasting is a curious term --
between the ups and downs ...
coasting;
between blinding speed and speed bumps ...
coasting;
between sure-fire faith and sinful despair ...
coasting;
yes, curious.
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Foggy Moment Remembered
Date: Jun 27th, 2007 7:47:38 am - Subscribe
I was mop-tired,
drenched with dense, heavy
dream-state.
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May 4th Enlightenment
Date: Jun 27th, 2007 7:45:44 am - Subscribe
Day began
in defensive crouch
(at the doctor).
Day continued
with writing in celebration
of a life.
Day ended
bored at the Board
or perhaps just utterly
exhausted ... but
with a voicemail
trumpeting news of a loose tooth
finally fallen.
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May 7th Enlightenment
Date: Jun 27th, 2007 7:43:18 am - Subscribe
Supremely ...
strangely ...
absent.
The sorrow.
I saw instead abundant
tulips, tabletops
politely presented,
puppy-sized pounds of joy.
Home restoration.
Yes tulips instead of trauma.
Colors instead of crisis.
Love, not
lament.
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Living in the Now
Date: Jun 26th, 2007 11:40:38 am - Subscribe
Mood: changed
Everything in life
returns to the ground
gone, never to be regained ...
What do you glorify?
And what's it going to take,
for heaven's sake,
for you to not take your life for granted?
Keep looking within
and then all around
wait, what can really be claimed?
What do you glorify?
And what's it going to take,
for heaven's sake,
for you to not take your life for granted?
OUT OF BREATH. SLEEP DEPRIVED.
'gotta just live in the NOW.
KEEP THE FAITH. REST IN GOD.
'gotta just live in the NOW.
One breath at a time
is often what it takes
to hope for any tomorrow.
What do you glorify?
And what's it going to take,
for heaven's sake,
for you to not take your life for granted?
Harboring hurt is
one foot in the grave
and a sure fire sign of sorrow.
What do you glorify?
And what's it going to take,
for heaven's sake,
for you to not take your life for granted?
OUT OF BREATH. SLEEP DEPRIVED.
'gotta just live in the NOW.
KEEP THE FAITH. REST IN GOD.
'gotta just live in the NOW.
But even rhythm can feel wrong.
And grow deaf to the Song.
And the soul feel lame.
While walking on all the same ...
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Two More 'Til ...
Date: Jun 22nd, 2007 6:35:34 am - Subscribe
Mood: edgy
Two more 'til whole.
Trouble is, what,
in heaven's name,
is whole?
Death is whole. Complete. Fin.
Until then, it's fragments
finding,
floating,
to and from the heart ...
hoping for wholeness,
healing as able,
hurting as it happens.
Two more, then, 'til ...
further healing.
I'll raise another prayer,
and even an Artois,
to that!
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Elmo and My Eight Year Old
Date: Jun 22nd, 2007 5:56:15 am - Subscribe
Mood: adventurous
Little sister is still asleep.
All safe.
No need to worry that she'll see
the T.V.
with it's fuzzy red fellow
la la la la la la -ing.
The one you so adamantly have
outgrown, that you are
"too big" to watch because it's for
"little" kids.
Oh, but daddy hears you.
You are singing along.
Laughing.
It's like you're dancing with
an old friend.
Indeed.
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Fair?
Date: Jun 20th, 2007 8:59:06 pm - Subscribe
Mood: decaffeinated
Farewell "fair" ...
you've had too many shots to prove
yourself worth my
obsession.
Your counterpart, "unfair"
is no better bedfellow.
Be gone, too!
Forget "fair."
I prefer "focus." And "faith." And "for ...
today."
Yes, today.
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Sliver
Date: Jun 18th, 2007 8:57:43 pm - Subscribe
Mood: powerless
Tonight I spoke to a sliver
of the moon;
it did not speak back.
I needed it to say, to solve
the trouble stirring
in my soul, in my soul.
It did not speak,
this sliver.
It was bright
but banal in its response
to my roiled heart.
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Yellow Yawn
Date: Jun 8th, 2007 8:48:13 am - Subscribe
Mood: positive
It yawned its big yellow yawn
after another squealing stop
despite its slow approach.
The two butterflies
who
had
been
waiting
walked up the step-tongue
and then the yawn ended,
and it crept back up to some speed
before letting out, and letting on,
through another yellow yawn.
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Six-Thirty A.M. Sabbath Sounds
Date: Jun 3rd, 2007 5:53:11 am - Subscribe
Mood: alive
Gurgling of coffee grounds being drenched;
very intermittent car swooshes;
flutter-flap of jays, sparrows, finches, cardinals
and the orchestra of all their calls;
popping popcorn tap of keyboard keys
as final sermon sentences are smoothed;
whispers and sighs are in my head, in my heart
so I am listening, completing, ready to be ...
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