Glorious.
Notorious.
Gregarious.
Hilarious.
Delirious.
Imperious.
Uproarious.
Victorious.
We are.
Written Friday, March 23, 2012 - 2:13pm
Wednesday 23 March 2016
Sunday 20 March 2016
For Javier
You have recaptured your innocence
in finding your maturity.
You have recaptured your excitement
in finding your peace.
You have recaptured your fortitude
in finding your stillness.
You have recaptured your heart
in finding your new song.
Written Tuesday, March 20, 2012 - 10:46pm
in finding your maturity.
You have recaptured your excitement
in finding your peace.
You have recaptured your fortitude
in finding your stillness.
You have recaptured your heart
in finding your new song.
Written Tuesday, March 20, 2012 - 10:46pm
Saturday 19 March 2016
My love
How lovely is your love, my love.
How delicious your smile.
How exquisite your voice.
Written Monday, March 19, 2012 - 1:05am
How delicious your smile.
How exquisite your voice.
Written Monday, March 19, 2012 - 1:05am
Friday 18 March 2016
We are...
We are the product of our memories,
those in the past and those in the future.
Written Friday, March 18, 2016 - 3:12am
those in the past and those in the future.
Written Friday, March 18, 2016 - 3:12am
Thursday 17 March 2016
Across this distance
Your anxiety is making me anxious
Your pain is hurting me
Going round this cycle again
of repetitive misunderstandings
when we really just want
the same thing
To hear the voice
of the one we love
across this distance
Written Saturday, March 17, 2012 - 10:14am
Your pain is hurting me
Going round this cycle again
of repetitive misunderstandings
when we really just want
the same thing
To hear the voice
of the one we love
across this distance
Written Saturday, March 17, 2012 - 10:14am
Monday 14 March 2016
Nowhere Boy
Love is so exquisitely painful
Love is so exquisitely beautiful
Those distant childhood memories
Flooding back like dreams at night
In light of those mirages of love and life
Suddenly your senseless actions
Actually make a little sense
If you had been part of a
normal family, a normal life,
Perhaps you might have always been
a normal person instead of
the man that you became,
a man who inspired the world.
Written Wednesday, March 14, 2012 - 1:19pm
after watching "nowhere boy"
Love is so exquisitely beautiful
Those distant childhood memories
Flooding back like dreams at night
In light of those mirages of love and life
Suddenly your senseless actions
Actually make a little sense
If you had been part of a
normal family, a normal life,
Perhaps you might have always been
a normal person instead of
the man that you became,
a man who inspired the world.
Written Wednesday, March 14, 2012 - 1:19pm
after watching "nowhere boy"
Saturday 12 March 2016
Tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick
Check my list
All the things
I have to do
Or do I have to?
Yes I do
To keep my mind
so occupied
that it's easier
to be alone
Missing you
but living life
thinking of you
thinking of us
Written Monday, March 12, 2012 - 10:26pm
Check my list
All the things
I have to do
Or do I have to?
Yes I do
To keep my mind
so occupied
that it's easier
to be alone
Missing you
but living life
thinking of you
thinking of us
Written Monday, March 12, 2012 - 10:26pm
Friday 11 March 2016
On the streets
Hustling on the street
the hundreds of legs that move
so quickly, weaving in and out
of oncoming traffic, a bundle of
sneakers, pumps, boots and heels
that are jostling, vying for attention.
In these busy market streets
it seems the order of the day
is proving what you have inside
by what you wore today.
Written Sunday, March 11, 2012 - 10:52pm
the hundreds of legs that move
so quickly, weaving in and out
of oncoming traffic, a bundle of
sneakers, pumps, boots and heels
that are jostling, vying for attention.
In these busy market streets
it seems the order of the day
is proving what you have inside
by what you wore today.
Written Sunday, March 11, 2012 - 10:52pm
Tuesday 8 March 2016
Stretch
There is a dull ache in my back from sitting too long.
There is a kink in my neck from staring at the screen.
My body is crying for attention, my bones are crying to be shaken.
Feeling like I need to stretch until my spine
can pop out of this stiff shell
and be limber again.
Written Thursday, March 8, 2012 - 10:11pm
There is a kink in my neck from staring at the screen.
My body is crying for attention, my bones are crying to be shaken.
Feeling like I need to stretch until my spine
can pop out of this stiff shell
and be limber again.
Written Thursday, March 8, 2012 - 10:11pm
Monday 7 March 2016
The...
The end of an era.
The final chapter.
The setting sun.
The ebbing tide.
The last breath.
The dying journey.
The nightfall.
The turn of a new page.
The beginning of the story.
The rising sun.
The flowing tide.
The first breath.
The fresh adventure.
The brand new day.
Written Wednesday, March 7, 2012 - 1:06am
The final chapter.
The setting sun.
The ebbing tide.
The last breath.
The dying journey.
The nightfall.
The turn of a new page.
The beginning of the story.
The rising sun.
The flowing tide.
The first breath.
The fresh adventure.
The brand new day.
Written Wednesday, March 7, 2012 - 1:06am
Sunday 6 March 2016
Siblings
Those souls that floated towards
the same moonbeam that you chose.
Those hearts that can echo your
innermost thoughts without a sound.
Those eyes that can see your fear
and calm your nerves with a hug.
Those shoulders that you lean on
when you are weary from life's ache.
Those ripples of laughter that are
always contagious and exhilarating.
Siblings.
The gift of an eternal friend.
The gift of shared love
and understanding.
Written Tuesday, March 6, 2012 - 8:24pm
the same moonbeam that you chose.
Those hearts that can echo your
innermost thoughts without a sound.
Those eyes that can see your fear
and calm your nerves with a hug.
Those shoulders that you lean on
when you are weary from life's ache.
Those ripples of laughter that are
always contagious and exhilarating.
Siblings.
The gift of an eternal friend.
The gift of shared love
and understanding.
Written Tuesday, March 6, 2012 - 8:24pm
Saturday 5 March 2016
Little Tiny
The little tiny man
in his little tiny house
with a little tiny voice
gave a little tiny shout
and his little tiny wife
with her little tiny ears
felt little tiny shocks
that drew little tiny tears
for their little tiny dog
ran on their little tiny street
and a GREAT BIG TRUCK
turned him into little tiny meat.
Written Monday, March 5, 2012 - 1:27pm
in his little tiny house
with a little tiny voice
gave a little tiny shout
and his little tiny wife
with her little tiny ears
felt little tiny shocks
that drew little tiny tears
for their little tiny dog
ran on their little tiny street
and a GREAT BIG TRUCK
turned him into little tiny meat.
Written Monday, March 5, 2012 - 1:27pm
Friday 4 March 2016
Be cautious
Delicious is this life
and yet suspicious are the people
so judicious with their time
and yet ambitious with their plans.
It's so nutritious all this air
that fills my lungs,
please don't be vicious with my heart,
don't be seditious with my love.
Be cautious with the minds
that are malicious,
the ones so superstitious
that believe they must be always
repetitious to maintain
their precious habits
and traditions.
Written Sunday, March 4, 2012 - 7:40pm
and yet suspicious are the people
so judicious with their time
and yet ambitious with their plans.
It's so nutritious all this air
that fills my lungs,
please don't be vicious with my heart,
don't be seditious with my love.
Be cautious with the minds
that are malicious,
the ones so superstitious
that believe they must be always
repetitious to maintain
their precious habits
and traditions.
Written Sunday, March 4, 2012 - 7:40pm
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