in the mountains
of my teenage years,
my road became hidden,
overloaded with
snow-

the heart of a child,
discovering itself,
burns with pride:
it feels- inside! it bonds
with personality-
into mind-
thus, rushes
adolescent wind-
whirling self-expression,
yearning to build
with fire and will
the individual-
finally
found and
free.

i walked my snow-capped years
without much care for spring-
i pray my adult eyes
might finally cry-

melt
like only i
so strongly
felt
become
the mountain i found-
burn
without concern
for legacies of ice-
to some
a common ground-
to me
a lazy destiny-

not me.

not me.
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november 4, 2008

patience
and fortitude
make love
more passionately
and with more satisfaction
than any
other entities
i can think of-

so much so
that all i
know,
right now,
is i'm outside a 7-11
and i just walked down
the street
from heaven.

matching music
dancing leaves
of a tree
for a madness of gasses
a dying breeze

this house looks perfect
and those leaves
paused
for me to write
this

now
i spot overgrown
lawn
through a

missing
picket

from time to time
was no straight line-
i circled inwardly,
absorbing memories,

until retreat from hope no longer knew
the comfort i now know with you.
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august 2, 2008

to heaven's floor
a quiet thought:
the raven's door
we guarded shut-

a cloudy dream
(what seems to seem)
may swim for shore,
it's hope forgotten
nevermore.
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august 3, 2008

a league of
first-string
heavy-weights
roam in distant matches
counter-wobbly,
recklessly fearless
and all by all
no petty lotteries
explain their
individual achievements...

one single pitch-
without wrestle-
a universe
makes the
page-

torn,
creasing
legacy in broad,
timeless watch
for each
descendant-

born-
and til a
modern scrutiny
defines duality,
defending its
mother
remains its
unending nature...
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july 7, 2008
it all started with a vision in my head of the big bang - the first shot of planets and galaxies all spraying out like wobbly, unafraid children, roaming an innocent countryside with little awareness of the future's take on- or lack of faith in- the magic of our origins...

my love
be while
the eve will smile

my heart
see deep
too dark to sleep

my thought
fulfill
love's lot until

my soul
from forth
day's toll for earth

my life
behold
myself unfold.
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may 22, 2008

centuries chime through heaven-
and heaven, ahead of its time,
lowers heavy, chain-set answers
like hand-casted riddle-masted
anchors

each moment,
each pin,
each towering edison tower
imprisoned in the open-
the structure of all
that we see, visible,
afloat through dark space-
in orbit to time's pace-
all comes winding down
to one simple
meaningful
place...

the beginning-
the fractals of humans' years:
only mimics
and mimics
and then, again, til when?

step aside from your seat buckles-
the oxygen masks-
the ego's debacle-
the race to gain claim-
to the machine...

the structure of all
is already full-
no miser's decree
displaces the whereabouts
of you
or of me.

the way is always there.
be still, just long enough in heaven,
to plug yourself in
and circulate there.

it's everywhere,
unfinished.
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april 27, 2008

without recourse,
the wind bowed out
to the quiet wings;

hung its hard-worn coat backstage,
blew a kiss to april's age,

and tucked itself
in winter's shelf.
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april 17, 2008

what distance has chance
brought lovers to choice-
each possible romance
acquires its voice:

sirens of time,
beckoning mine,
with dare
and flirtatious
cadence.
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april 11, 2008