Like blown glass,
Fashioned from the raw pink lungs of a twirl-fingered god.
Like melted plastic,
Stretched and bubbled and swayed
Gauzy in the way which was once known, but has now disappeared.
Colors like cranberry tea,
Slant-light lent mountains
new drapery.
My name is drawn in the sky;
Swept in Pastels,
Scribbled in Pencil,
Stippled in Crayon,
And bled in Paint;
But rarely scrawled in Pen.
I vow never to recycle language, just as the sky never recycles it's colors.
I saw pebbles scrape against the beast's belly,
suspended perfectly,
Every single tiny stone
Fastened to its own clear wire.
The world was blown backwards,
Time traveled in reverse as spiders unwound their cotton- candy webs of crystal and the threads
Were sucked into an enormous throat behind the east mountain,
While all light was drawn back by the hand of god.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentines day, it's not just for Lovers, you know.
You see this valentine?--------> ♥
It's for you, yes, YOU. It means I love you, and I hope with all of my
heart that YOU will have a happy valentine's day. May you truly discover
just how loved you are today.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Portrait of a winter walk
A brittle and
colorless leaf
shines brightly
in a stream
of dog's urine.
December sunlight
sparkles, twinkling
across the leaf
as fluffy clouds
carelessly drop
in weightless heaps
over the bowl-edge
of our mountains.
colorless leaf
shines brightly
in a stream
of dog's urine.
December sunlight
sparkles, twinkling
across the leaf
as fluffy clouds
carelessly drop
in weightless heaps
over the bowl-edge
of our mountains.
Labels:
Beauty,
Interesting,
Magic,
Memories,
Moshe,
Nature,
Non-existent photos,
Poetry,
Truly random,
Walks,
Winter
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Redemption Song
How many songs have been written for redemption, or to inspire revolution, a new world, peace, and new ways of thinking? How many artists, writers, and musicians have hoped to inspire millions, perhaps even the whole world, only to have had their works fall flat, or to have inspired just a few of the hundreds of people who follow them and their works?
Just how do you bring people together? How do you unite a nation, much less the entirety of mankind?
It really shouldn't be all that hard, after all, we all come from the genus homo sapiens, we all live on the same planet, we all live and breathe and eat and reproduce, more or less.
Most of us are taught the same basic truths through our religions; love, compassion, the golden rule. That ought to bring at least a great majority of us together.
And yet religions set themselves far apart from each other, refusing to acknowledge their similarities, refusing to work together for the same end, the end that, really, all of them are looking to achieve.
Once again, we really aren't all that different.
So why hasn't anyone been able to accomplish world peace or unity as of yet?
Just how do you bring people together? How do you unite a nation, much less the entirety of mankind?
It really shouldn't be all that hard, after all, we all come from the genus homo sapiens, we all live on the same planet, we all live and breathe and eat and reproduce, more or less.
Most of us are taught the same basic truths through our religions; love, compassion, the golden rule. That ought to bring at least a great majority of us together.
And yet religions set themselves far apart from each other, refusing to acknowledge their similarities, refusing to work together for the same end, the end that, really, all of them are looking to achieve.
Once again, we really aren't all that different.
So why hasn't anyone been able to accomplish world peace or unity as of yet?
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Alchemy
---> I watched it turn
from metal aggregate-grey
to warm, soft gold in
the heat radiated from
the top of our wood
stove.
---> It took a couple
of days for alchemy
To transpire,
replacing heavy storm-
cloud atoms with shining
sun molecules.
---> the dumbbell,
transmutated.
from metal aggregate-grey
to warm, soft gold in
the heat radiated from
the top of our wood
stove.
---> It took a couple
of days for alchemy
To transpire,
replacing heavy storm-
cloud atoms with shining
sun molecules.
---> the dumbbell,
transmutated.
Monday, December 12, 2011
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