01/25/2012
In my head it was part memory and part imagination :P oversized thermal-esque sweater, it was his but
she's since stolen it. the weather is cool enough to merit one but not enough to need it so she's
wearing it as more like a shirt.... ....they're in an open, almost empty parking lot saying goodbye, one
more time. it’s not the first time and it surely won't be the last. they're rocking, swaying more than
dancing to music in their heads. the midnight hour lends its silence and their heartbeats the tempo.
she wraps her arms around his neck, reaching up, letting the sleeves fall to her biceps from their
looseness. she leans into him, and nuzzles the bundled fabric on her arms like a pup in a pillow.
01/30/2012
The sun found its way around again, chasing the moon for attention. Like a peacock flashing feathers,
it begs "look at me! Look at me!"...but it forgets that the moon's language isn't light but warmth. The
sun is sulking at the mis-communication. It just doesn't understand the subtleties of those words, the
ineffectual nature of a road flare in a rain storm....
01/31/2012
words fail. soundless notes in the air. wonders that never were find angels waiting there. Secrets of the
silence, desperate to be heard. Symbols on a tightrope, proven, unnerved. Windows let in light. The
moon still can't find its way. The story finds its end, where another find its day.
02/03/2012
What have I done? Tempted Fate with emotional strings. Dangle them in its face while it's holding
scissors in its hands. Why not cut? Why not see where things fall? Isn't that the way of things? What
have I done? What have I done?!
02/04/2012
Missed opportunities only matter when you recognize them. They walk up to you and stare you in the
face with hair blowing in their eyes.. The moment lingers and hangs and begs a response. The space
between stills, it breathes the anticipation. A scent of berry and breeze. A thought gives way to a
hundred images and the story told is missed. In the blink of an eye, a decision was made, a choice by
not choosing. . .
...a missed opportunity is a world un-aware, un-realized, unknown. A moment has passed and moments,
they're air. The breeze comes by and its gone...
02/05/2012
Thoughts are weights. They slow me down. They hinder movement and inspiration. Thinking is the
opposite of both inspiration and action. The brain is rational and deliberate but mine doesn't know
where to stop. A touch of regret. A pinch of remorse. A hair of happiness and double-serving of over-
analysis.
02/06/2012
Come clean. Admit your sins and move on with moving on. That's more or less what the bible says.
Repent and thou shalt be forgiven. Does this work for transgressions on the mortal plane? Not really.
02/09/2012
A wave in the ocean. A blink in a seizure. A wasted minute and a thought left to leisure. Muscles tense
at the way of the day and pain is a revelation needs no invitation. A hearth warmed room in my mind
doesn't wait, it sits and it cools and it dissipates. A spark in the air and smile in the sky. A passing
remark and ideas untried. Hours are long when deeds left are context. But at the end of the fray, she
leaves me a touch hexed. A word and a hug and a scent in the breeze. A flood in the ocean, a pause, a
reprieve. It ends with a care and an open-end out. A walking display of internal doubt. Answers unsaid
are words for the morrow. Hope and despair. Pity and sorrow. Direction is set and changes are made.
The course laid in, the ocean is paved.
02/16/2012
The wind blows and the lights sway. This is not how things are supposed to be. The weight of the
world rests on the shoulders of the few and people keep striking their shins batons. Even the greatest
of forest trees will fall at rythemic beat of an axe. Is it right for someone to put up christmas
decorations while pine tries to keep its balance? Adding weight from one side to the other, never quite
even? Is anything fair in a world where the greatest of us fall to our knees at the beatings of those
beneath?
02/17/2012
In the mirror you see yourself. The light hits you and your eyes interpret what you see. On the ground,
you see your shadow, the aftereffect of light hitting you and not coming down. Its an echo of light and
part of yourself. How you affect the world and how much light you let through...What happens when
you have 2 shadows from two separate lights? Which one is you?
02/20/2012
Sleep is overrated. When thoughts rule and projects force their way to the foreground, sleep isn't even
an option. Eyes no longer bother to burn from dryness or strain for being open for so long. The brain
is soaked in caffeine and hopefully, the heart follows suit....
02/22/2012
Moments. They pass when no one is looking. They fill in the blanks of the hours that you never
noticed. You didn't walk by and smell those orchids, you didn't watch that sunset. Longing is a
waterfall one rides and disappointment greets you at the rocky bottom. What feeds the soul is not the
same as what feeds the mind or body. I'm uncertain which i'm looking for now....
02/25/2012
Some dreams have it all. The heist, the intrigue...the girl. Somehow, there's always "THE GIRL".
02/27/2012
Some times the knowing is scarier than the not. Some times, admitting is harder than denial. It would
be so easy to turn around and run but its too late to get away. I'm committed to a course of action....
their be dragons in the dark and specters in the light. Nothing is safe but everything is fair.
02/28/2012
In the darkness, i see the road. It glows like dim embers in a dying campfire where moonlight dances
on its features. My eyes adjust and i see the way but know not where it goes. They say that the jouney is
not for the destination but for how we get there. Sometimes though, they forget that journeys have but
to begin. Without that dreadful step, do jouney have a how or a there to consider?
02/29/2012
The sky doesn't know me. I walk by like a ghost in the breeze She looks my way but i don't bother
slowing because i blend. She won't remember my face after the breeze has passed. A lineup will prove
fruitless. The day is a period in the middle of a novel. Unremarkable but in its moment, its given time,
the power is all in the day. Why question the sky for its falling when you don't know if you're the
ground or outer space....
In my head it was part memory and part imagination :P oversized thermal-esque sweater, it was his but
she's since stolen it. the weather is cool enough to merit one but not enough to need it so she's
wearing it as more like a shirt.... ....they're in an open, almost empty parking lot saying goodbye, one
more time. it’s not the first time and it surely won't be the last. they're rocking, swaying more than
dancing to music in their heads. the midnight hour lends its silence and their heartbeats the tempo.
she wraps her arms around his neck, reaching up, letting the sleeves fall to her biceps from their
looseness. she leans into him, and nuzzles the bundled fabric on her arms like a pup in a pillow.
01/30/2012
The sun found its way around again, chasing the moon for attention. Like a peacock flashing feathers,
it begs "look at me! Look at me!"...but it forgets that the moon's language isn't light but warmth. The
sun is sulking at the mis-communication. It just doesn't understand the subtleties of those words, the
ineffectual nature of a road flare in a rain storm....
01/31/2012
words fail. soundless notes in the air. wonders that never were find angels waiting there. Secrets of the
silence, desperate to be heard. Symbols on a tightrope, proven, unnerved. Windows let in light. The
moon still can't find its way. The story finds its end, where another find its day.
02/03/2012
What have I done? Tempted Fate with emotional strings. Dangle them in its face while it's holding
scissors in its hands. Why not cut? Why not see where things fall? Isn't that the way of things? What
have I done? What have I done?!
02/04/2012
Missed opportunities only matter when you recognize them. They walk up to you and stare you in the
face with hair blowing in their eyes.. The moment lingers and hangs and begs a response. The space
between stills, it breathes the anticipation. A scent of berry and breeze. A thought gives way to a
hundred images and the story told is missed. In the blink of an eye, a decision was made, a choice by
not choosing. . .
...a missed opportunity is a world un-aware, un-realized, unknown. A moment has passed and moments,
they're air. The breeze comes by and its gone...
02/05/2012
Thoughts are weights. They slow me down. They hinder movement and inspiration. Thinking is the
opposite of both inspiration and action. The brain is rational and deliberate but mine doesn't know
where to stop. A touch of regret. A pinch of remorse. A hair of happiness and double-serving of over-
analysis.
02/06/2012
Come clean. Admit your sins and move on with moving on. That's more or less what the bible says.
Repent and thou shalt be forgiven. Does this work for transgressions on the mortal plane? Not really.
02/09/2012
A wave in the ocean. A blink in a seizure. A wasted minute and a thought left to leisure. Muscles tense
at the way of the day and pain is a revelation needs no invitation. A hearth warmed room in my mind
doesn't wait, it sits and it cools and it dissipates. A spark in the air and smile in the sky. A passing
remark and ideas untried. Hours are long when deeds left are context. But at the end of the fray, she
leaves me a touch hexed. A word and a hug and a scent in the breeze. A flood in the ocean, a pause, a
reprieve. It ends with a care and an open-end out. A walking display of internal doubt. Answers unsaid
are words for the morrow. Hope and despair. Pity and sorrow. Direction is set and changes are made.
The course laid in, the ocean is paved.
02/16/2012
The wind blows and the lights sway. This is not how things are supposed to be. The weight of the
world rests on the shoulders of the few and people keep striking their shins batons. Even the greatest
of forest trees will fall at rythemic beat of an axe. Is it right for someone to put up christmas
decorations while pine tries to keep its balance? Adding weight from one side to the other, never quite
even? Is anything fair in a world where the greatest of us fall to our knees at the beatings of those
beneath?
02/17/2012
In the mirror you see yourself. The light hits you and your eyes interpret what you see. On the ground,
you see your shadow, the aftereffect of light hitting you and not coming down. Its an echo of light and
part of yourself. How you affect the world and how much light you let through...What happens when
you have 2 shadows from two separate lights? Which one is you?
02/20/2012
Sleep is overrated. When thoughts rule and projects force their way to the foreground, sleep isn't even
an option. Eyes no longer bother to burn from dryness or strain for being open for so long. The brain
is soaked in caffeine and hopefully, the heart follows suit....
02/22/2012
Moments. They pass when no one is looking. They fill in the blanks of the hours that you never
noticed. You didn't walk by and smell those orchids, you didn't watch that sunset. Longing is a
waterfall one rides and disappointment greets you at the rocky bottom. What feeds the soul is not the
same as what feeds the mind or body. I'm uncertain which i'm looking for now....
02/25/2012
Some dreams have it all. The heist, the intrigue...the girl. Somehow, there's always "THE GIRL".
02/27/2012
Some times the knowing is scarier than the not. Some times, admitting is harder than denial. It would
be so easy to turn around and run but its too late to get away. I'm committed to a course of action....
their be dragons in the dark and specters in the light. Nothing is safe but everything is fair.
02/28/2012
In the darkness, i see the road. It glows like dim embers in a dying campfire where moonlight dances
on its features. My eyes adjust and i see the way but know not where it goes. They say that the jouney is
not for the destination but for how we get there. Sometimes though, they forget that journeys have but
to begin. Without that dreadful step, do jouney have a how or a there to consider?
02/29/2012
The sky doesn't know me. I walk by like a ghost in the breeze She looks my way but i don't bother
slowing because i blend. She won't remember my face after the breeze has passed. A lineup will prove
fruitless. The day is a period in the middle of a novel. Unremarkable but in its moment, its given time,
the power is all in the day. Why question the sky for its falling when you don't know if you're the
ground or outer space....
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