The day began with a biting wind
I tried to cover my face
The wind still found purchase
The afternoon winds calmed a little
They nipped more than they bit
Still, I remained covered
The evening winds brought snow
Sharp and brittle
As I sought refuge
The night winds slowly subside
leaving a serene, frigid landscape
and a frostbitten lonely man
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Waxing nostaligic
It's been a while since I could help a friend
They're a rarity these days
not only the chances to help, but friends
I used to have more than I would ever need
Now, not so many
Joined lives have splintered into a million different directions
High school sweethearts and pals fade with each day
I wouldn't recognize most of the people I grew up with
It's been too long and I'm too far away
Adults don't make friends as easily as children
We're too guarded, suspicious, busy
Children are open, curious, full of wonder
They can forgive most grievences
Adults hold a grudge
Children smile
Adults grimace
Children often laugh
Adults often cry
Children play
Adults rest
Children believe
Adults deny
Children remember
Adults forget
They're a rarity these days
not only the chances to help, but friends
I used to have more than I would ever need
Now, not so many
Joined lives have splintered into a million different directions
High school sweethearts and pals fade with each day
I wouldn't recognize most of the people I grew up with
It's been too long and I'm too far away
Adults don't make friends as easily as children
We're too guarded, suspicious, busy
Children are open, curious, full of wonder
They can forgive most grievences
Adults hold a grudge
Children smile
Adults grimace
Children often laugh
Adults often cry
Children play
Adults rest
Children believe
Adults deny
Children remember
Adults forget
Friday, November 17, 2006
Dialog 2
“I could have sworn my heart used to beat faster,” he said to her.
“How would you know? It’s not like you sit there and measure the beats all day,” she replied.
He looked at her, the same way he did when she first caught his eye.
It wasn’t the same.
“I just know.”
“How would you know? It’s not like you sit there and measure the beats all day,” she replied.
He looked at her, the same way he did when she first caught his eye.
It wasn’t the same.
“I just know.”
Cold Comfort
The wind carries another day away
As I watch the setting sun
The chill of autumn's stay
Penetrates everyone
Smiling in the fading light
I watch the stars slowly appear
Aware of the chill of early night
Basking in the silence I hear
The dying season arrives
The death and dormancy
Of fully lived lives
and normality
Close the door
Pull the shades
Stoke the fire
As images fade
winter will be here
soon
As I watch the setting sun
The chill of autumn's stay
Penetrates everyone
Smiling in the fading light
I watch the stars slowly appear
Aware of the chill of early night
Basking in the silence I hear
The dying season arrives
The death and dormancy
Of fully lived lives
and normality
Close the door
Pull the shades
Stoke the fire
As images fade
winter will be here
soon
Saturday, November 11, 2006
reply
the smile is nothing more than
a mask
worn to decieve, to convey,to convince
either the reader
or the writer
that what you see
isn't always what you get
and the truth lies there
vulnerable and wanting
like
each of us
a mask
worn to decieve, to convey,to convince
either the reader
or the writer
that what you see
isn't always what you get
and the truth lies there
vulnerable and wanting
like
each of us
connected
Satellite signal
Sends the music I need
And I gotta pay
Satellite signal
Fed through my tv
And I gotta pay
We all have to pay
There is nothing free
Anymore
Nothing sacred anymore
There’s nothing free
Anymore
Nothing under our control
We gotta let it go
Satellite signal
Straight to my brain
And I gotta pay
Satellite signal
Forecasting rain
And I still gotta pay
There is nothing free
Anymore
Nothing sacred anymore
There’s nothing me
Anymore
Nothing original
Anymore
Satellite signal
Tells me what to eat
And I pay
Satellite signal
Tells me when to sleep
And I obey
We all have to pay
Satellite signal
Scrambles my brain
And I'm pained
Satellite signal
Nothings the same
I should have got laid
There is nothing free
Anymore
Nothing sacred anymore
There’s nothing free
Anymore
Nothing under our control
We gotta let it go
There is nothing free
Anymore
Nothing sacred anymore
There’s nothing me
Anymore
Nothing original
Anymore
Acquiring
Satellite signal
Sends the music I need
And I gotta pay
Satellite signal
Fed through my tv
And I gotta pay
We all have to pay
There is nothing free
Anymore
Nothing sacred anymore
There’s nothing free
Anymore
Nothing under our control
We gotta let it go
Satellite signal
Straight to my brain
And I gotta pay
Satellite signal
Forecasting rain
And I still gotta pay
There is nothing free
Anymore
Nothing sacred anymore
There’s nothing me
Anymore
Nothing original
Anymore
Satellite signal
Tells me what to eat
And I pay
Satellite signal
Tells me when to sleep
And I obey
We all have to pay
Satellite signal
Scrambles my brain
And I'm pained
Satellite signal
Nothings the same
I should have got laid
There is nothing free
Anymore
Nothing sacred anymore
There’s nothing free
Anymore
Nothing under our control
We gotta let it go
There is nothing free
Anymore
Nothing sacred anymore
There’s nothing me
Anymore
Nothing original
Anymore
Acquiring
Satellite signal
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