Older chases newer
The past is a blur that shatters mountainsides
The trees lean back in quiet reflection
As light bungiejumps from a flickering torch
And we rehearse the route that will be our return
With feet too foolish for heavy souls
On ground too eager for light
Friday, November 20, 2009
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
2 comments:
Flippin awesome.
!!! I have been trawling your archives and enjoying all the words.
thanks soothsayer
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