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A hard rain beats down upon fragile flowers

5 December 2011

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  A hard rain beats down upon fragile flowers. But next, what happens, is a curious thing. The sky does widen. The sun does shine. The birds do sing. And the blossoms, they rise tall, as if the rain has not beaten them down at all. We simply thought it did. Our perceptions are sometimes [...]

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I am nobody but myself

5 September 2011

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All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was.  I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory.  I was naïve.  I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could [...]

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empty green mug

28 March 2011

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I wrote this a few weeks ago while sitting at the bar of Bouldin Creek Coffeehouse drinking a few mugs of yerba maté, South America’s elixir of life. music screams inside of me empty glass mug of maté and muffin crumbs sitting on ivory colored plates on a copper colored counter, it’s linear and radial imperfections [...]

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Expansively broad and open

25 March 2011

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Walking among the smoking embers I linger in this moment Not sure what to remember Feeling of old hurts my heart But, premonitions of… Do you ever feel like the world around you pulls you close and screams in your ear? There is no escape. You feel locked up like you’re alone in a loud [...]

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What I feel like when I write

24 March 2011

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Quick writings as quick thought flow clear mind light shoulders full heart blood surge like a tunnel inside has been opened by my system engineer.

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waiting in emptiness

24 March 2011

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strings soar strands in me, waiting. the notes play. the space grows longer. reverberations proclamations of expectation      erased.    emptiness allows more space. fill it up? no wait.                     wait.

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Without Words

24 March 2011

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Blank lines in a black bound book. Sometimes, I’m alone like these pages are alone. Empty, until there are words on the page. And without words, just quiet. My face drops when I feel this way. My shoulders sink. My levels of all sink.

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Backyard Band

23 March 2011

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Excruciating pain that is simply harmony. Your ears and mine are the same. You speak from your drums as your heart murmurs into the night like shadows upon an east side home. You feel, you scream, microphone distorted. your words felt through my ears and shoot to my pulse where I feel you too.

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Inordinate Balance

23 March 2011

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Do you ever feel that feeling that you can’t quite describe? It makes you sink It makes you float It grabs you tight inside—- and then pushes you away. It’s that feeling that you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s that feeling that reminds you that you’re alive—- but makes you question who you [...]

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Comforting Excess – My Thanksgivings

22 March 2011

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You’ve seen the photos. Now let me fill in your other senses. Touch. The slickness of playing cards in your hand. The glassy stem  of the wine glass between your fingers. Its effect is slightly blurring and clarifying the experience at the same time. The roughness of the fallen leaves, textured from years of sitting [...]

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