And you are responsible for my abnormal breath
I beg every morning and night for the refreshing sound of the pattern of your footsteps,
will I watch your walk today?
Fascination with your pattern and print
I leave questions unanswered for reason...
9.08.2012
Repose
Flames flash as a film on an old flickering reel
Dances, signing different symbols
a spade more common
I wonder what a spade is significant of
In a dream?
What flow of the elements to
create smooth wisps of shades of fire
above and within the torches core?
I hear constant life in form of chirps, splashes and
a murmur of everyone's last request, desire, remorse
under these hundreds of stones marking death.
And what I think in this time and place is of the
image of everyone I love who is living, here
crowded behind me and facing their fate.
Illness in hand or every breath being
one heart beat closer to the ground.
Dances, signing different symbols
a spade more common
I wonder what a spade is significant of
In a dream?
What flow of the elements to
create smooth wisps of shades of fire
above and within the torches core?
I hear constant life in form of chirps, splashes and
a murmur of everyone's last request, desire, remorse
under these hundreds of stones marking death.
And what I think in this time and place is of the
image of everyone I love who is living, here
crowded behind me and facing their fate.
Illness in hand or every breath being
one heart beat closer to the ground.
9.02.2012
Brutal teeth
I will follow you through every
time
I will charm your walk
Change your speech
See all that is behind you
and all this time,
waiting for your harsh tongue
When you show a smile or
say the right thing,
I'll run for the roof
watch the sun in denial
Passing time
and wasting
time
I will charm your walk
Change your speech
See all that is behind you
and all this time,
waiting for your harsh tongue
When you show a smile or
say the right thing,
I'll run for the roof
watch the sun in denial
Passing time
and wasting
8.31.2012
Hiatus ish
Busy keeping busy lately. Photos to sift through, friends to relate to, projects to finish, songs to hear, places to be.
Also very badly missing this:
7.25.2012
Find your place
Wish you were here
a witness to givings in
And a few drinks to finish the cradling buzz
Past and floundering a new decade or so
Altered evenings and a digeri-
do your shapes and your words and your audible means
are bound to lift me up out of this temptation teasing feel
of the summer,
fresh and heated skin on a
slow roasting afternoon and a
gathering of kin or kind of comforting you
And you're lovely
And a few drinks to finish the cradling buzz
Past and floundering a new decade or so
Altered evenings and a digeri-
do your shapes and your words and your audible means
are bound to lift me up out of this temptation teasing feel
of the summer,
fresh and heated skin on a
slow roasting afternoon and a
gathering of kin or kind of comforting you
And you're lovely
7.23.2012
7.15.2012
Currently reading
"To escape from the weight of the world, I leave my body where it is, in conversation or at dinner, and walk through a series of winding streets to a house standing back from the road.
"The streets are badly lit and the distance from one side to the other is no more than the span of my arms. The stone crumbles, the cobbles are uneven. The people who throng the streets shout at each other, their voices rising from the mass of heads and floating upwards towards the church spires and the great copper bells that clang the end of the day. Their words, rising up, from a thick cloud over the city, which every so often must be thoroughly cleansed of too much language. Men and women in balloons fly up from the main square and, armed with mops and scrubbing brushes, do battle with the canopy of words trapped under the sun.
...
"I once accompanied a cleaner in a balloon and was amazed to hear, as the sights of the city dropped away, a faint murmuring like bees."
"The streets are badly lit and the distance from one side to the other is no more than the span of my arms. The stone crumbles, the cobbles are uneven. The people who throng the streets shout at each other, their voices rising from the mass of heads and floating upwards towards the church spires and the great copper bells that clang the end of the day. Their words, rising up, from a thick cloud over the city, which every so often must be thoroughly cleansed of too much language. Men and women in balloons fly up from the main square and, armed with mops and scrubbing brushes, do battle with the canopy of words trapped under the sun.
...
"I once accompanied a cleaner in a balloon and was amazed to hear, as the sights of the city dropped away, a faint murmuring like bees."
7.09.2012
7.04.2012
"I think maybe you're gettin' a little bit invisible."
"A BEAR DOESN'T BOTHER OWNIN' LAND, 'CAUSE HE KNOWS HE'S GONNA DIE. BUT THE LAND WILL GO ON WITHOUT HIM.
OWNIN' DON'T MEAN A THING, SO HE GOES ABOUT THE REST OF HIS LIFE-- HE EATS, HE SLEEPS, HE MATES, AND HE DIES.
HE THINKS IT'S A PRETY GOOD LIFE…
...AND BEARS IS SMART FOLKS."
Green Arrow #40
Credit to Mike Grell and DC Comics
OWNIN' DON'T MEAN A THING, SO HE GOES ABOUT THE REST OF HIS LIFE-- HE EATS, HE SLEEPS, HE MATES, AND HE DIES.
HE THINKS IT'S A PRETY GOOD LIFE…
...AND BEARS IS SMART FOLKS."
Green Arrow #40
Credit to Mike Grell and DC Comics
7.02.2012
7.01.2012
Die Welträtsel
I am completely in admiration of the work of Ernst Haeckel, I am in love with the intricacy of his talent.
Sensible, brilliant theories and a coordinated hand
All photos credit to public domain source Wikimedia
6.27.2012
Someone's got to help me dig
These plants have been time consuming but rewarding... Relaxation is sitting on the patio with a cup of coffee and a craft in progress.
In containers: Lemon verbena, thyme, rosemary.
Unknown flowers and dirty succulents.
6.22.2012
San Francisco
6.21.2012
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