everyone wants a particular kind of heaven. at least that’s what the angels tell me. they say everyone wants a soft place to fall, a pillow that’s familiar. it smells like home and the sweet of a dear lovers’ hair. it’s sad they say. the ride is fun because we scream together over the tracks. … [Read more…]
she comes back to tell me she’s gone. as if i didn’t know that. as if i didn’t know my own bed. as if i’d never noticed the way she brushed her hair from her forehead.
dusk settles into the dark of night. it’s that time of day when sounds are amplified; take away my sight and i’ll hear all the night creatures stirring. i still feel the last of the sun’s warmth on my skin. i wrap tighter in your thick flannel and stretch my legs out on the porch. … [Read more…]
My life closed twice before its close– It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. – Emily Dickinson
if strangers meetlife begins-not poor not rich(only aware)kind neithernor cruel(only complete)i not not younot possible;only truthful-truthfully,onceif strangers(whodeep our most areselves)touch:forever (and so to dark) (by ee cummings)
you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever …..and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as … [Read more…]
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose … [Read more…]
Don’t make that mistake Don’t assume your dreams are your own They do not belong to you They draw breath and become flesh and pulse with life But it does not have to be yours I saw some hope in you, and stopped to take a chance I took a leap of faith and challenge … [Read more…]
“…so i stumble home at night, the way i stumble through my life…” perfect poetry in lyrics. damn them! i will triumph someday.
supposedly love and care and kindness washed over with a stream of direction protection and guilt. always do the right thing with Mother over your shoulder, makes you wonder that we even have children at all everyone thinks of this glorious time of new little smiles and loves first giggles and stomach tickles when it’s … [Read more…]