Enticed by the setting sun
to capture its moments one by one
Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
A world of words
Age rolled down her face in lines
as she reflected back on better times
her's was a lonely world of words
journals filled with bitter love hurts
all those fading faces and fading names
victims of love's war campaigns
left falling off of crumbling pages
and forgotten in memory's final stages
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Just Can't Be
It was born before numbers
waiting among choppy waters
for its time, for its calling
for motion, ready to roll
doing its just duty faithfully
repeating an instinct perfectly
moving through doors of longitude
moving forward untiring
blown forward by malignant breeze
and vicious attitude
towards calling shores
closer, closer
climbing up its back
rolling forward into suicide
and its corpse is retracted
by subsequent riptide...
waiting among choppy waters
for its time, for its calling
for motion, ready to roll
doing its just duty faithfully
repeating an instinct perfectly
moving through doors of longitude
moving forward untiring
blown forward by malignant breeze
and vicious attitude
towards calling shores
closer, closer
climbing up its back
rolling forward into suicide
and its corpse is retracted
by subsequent riptide...
Friday, September 27, 2013
Congested Miles
We crawled slowly along the congested miles
pushing toward the future, seeking our escape
hoping the road ahead held a different fate
pushing toward the future, seeking our escape
hoping the road ahead held a different fate
Thursday, September 26, 2013
All is right
Like sentinels they watch over the changing face of the sea.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
fall below
We stood above time
with fall below waiting
a changing of the guard
between the seasons
of our narrow passing
with fall below waiting
a changing of the guard
between the seasons
of our narrow passing
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Coastal Mist
We faded into the mist of time,
our past fading away and left behind
our past fading away and left behind
Monday, September 23, 2013
Under a few clouds
When the clouds finally parted we found our way.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Run Down Dreams
Dreams are for the young,
they run down and run out
for all the rest of us stuck
running out the clock
in this world of nothingness
they run down and run out
for all the rest of us stuck
running out the clock
in this world of nothingness
Friday, September 20, 2013
Spray not
It came without warning
caught us by surprise
and swept through burning
everything in sight...
that fire of love
Spray not the waters
that sooth these desires
caught us by surprise
and swept through burning
everything in sight...
that fire of love
Spray not the waters
that sooth these desires
Thursday, September 19, 2013
In the forest
It was in the forest that she felt free,
away from the distractions of the city,
a place where nature's in harmony
away from the distractions of the city,
a place where nature's in harmony
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Goodbye, Again
We say our goodbyes, again
slowly over the ages and troubled times
slowly over the ages and troubled times
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Control Switch
There's no magic potion,
nor secret control switch
to set the world right...
It's always been tragic...
nor secret control switch
to set the world right...
It's always been tragic...
Monday, September 16, 2013
color burst
These promises of tomorrow
held some small sway
held some small sway
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Tech Stop
We've become very dependent on computers, in fact many of our daily routines depend on them. So, when something goes wrong, life as we know it seems to come to a standstill.
For me, the issues with flickr being down have and an impact.... sure I can do other things, and have been, but still, I've built up routines around flickr, such as blogging. Can't do that as well when a site is down. Good thing I've got a Plan B.
For me, the issues with flickr being down have and an impact.... sure I can do other things, and have been, but still, I've built up routines around flickr, such as blogging. Can't do that as well when a site is down. Good thing I've got a Plan B.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
When hearts turn cold
Our world ceases to be when our heart turns cold,
shutting out all meaning, eating away the fabric of our souls
shutting out all meaning, eating away the fabric of our souls
Friday, September 13, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Digital Clutter
Our connection was broken,
our circuits had died...
we'd left much unspoken,
across our digital divide...
our circuits had died...
we'd left much unspoken,
across our digital divide...
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Relaxed
There are times when we just need to get away, relax, and set our troubles free.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Shiny Wheels
Like a mighty warrior she rolls out of the past
Monday, September 9, 2013
Stored Memories
Our post industrial dreams
stored in far away machines
kept under lock and key
these many digital memories
stored in far away machines
kept under lock and key
these many digital memories
Sunday, September 8, 2013
One
A simple trek through the void
trying to navigate the path....
a journey of obstacles until the end
we're all just one, and the same too
trying to navigate the path....
a journey of obstacles until the end
we're all just one, and the same too
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Fading Light
Long walks in winter's cold
on a beach of sand and stone
in a begotten land of days of old
stretched across the miles
treading along in a straight line
this night alone and small
soon to stare into the stars
and wait for one to fall
trekking along in an emotional retrospective
tonight at the world's crest
immensity putting forth a truthful prospective
and settling the questions bothering me
as the sun sets off in the west
on a beach of sand and stone
in a begotten land of days of old
stretched across the miles
treading along in a straight line
this night alone and small
soon to stare into the stars
and wait for one to fall
trekking along in an emotional retrospective
tonight at the world's crest
immensity putting forth a truthful prospective
and settling the questions bothering me
as the sun sets off in the west
Friday, September 6, 2013
Background Bytes
We connected over the wires, signals reaching
across the divide, linking us together...
The vapor of our dreams nearly tangible...
across the divide, linking us together...
The vapor of our dreams nearly tangible...
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Happy Felix
I feel truly blessed. Yesterday, I was took my cat of fifteen plus years to the vet, convinced that I would be putting him down. He hasn't been eating or drinking much, and it seemed that his time had come. That wasn't the case, and he got a better bill of health than I expected. So the little guy will be around a little longer to bring more joy into my life. The lesson in all of this is that faith goes a long way, and that everyday we're blessed with little things... and big ones too... but it's the little ones that are the most meaningful.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Looking into the light
You brought your light of love into my life
years of joy for which I'm grateful
may your soul pass peacefully as it goes
years of joy for which I'm grateful
may your soul pass peacefully as it goes
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Dropping the ball
We did for you what we could
but the universe has other plans
for your sweet soul
your time is near, and you will go
my heart broken, life drops the ball
but the universe has other plans
for your sweet soul
your time is near, and you will go
my heart broken, life drops the ball
Monday, September 2, 2013
Color Drops
Color drops from my dreams
impossibilities of sound and sight
wild is the imagination of delight
where the world is more than it seems
impossibilities of sound and sight
wild is the imagination of delight
where the world is more than it seems
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Johnny's Home
Those demons we thought we'd conquered
troubled ghosts from the past find us again
another confrontation, a resurging addiction
the weary road of scorned lovers and drunkards
if Johnny's home our days must be numbered
troubled ghosts from the past find us again
another confrontation, a resurging addiction
the weary road of scorned lovers and drunkards
if Johnny's home our days must be numbered
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