daniel-sandovalWhisper

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With ageEven he had forgotten about it. / The green glass dressed in years of dust.. / Some things are better with age.
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Feb 18, 2018
My QueenShe is the ember, glowing amber in the ebony. / The promise of warmth, of home. / The air of her lingers on the pillow.
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Feb 14, 2017
River WildRun river wild, flow over me with your jade deluge. / Sweep me across your ancient stones, babbling secrets. / Let me join in the course of your life’s blood
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Feb 14, 2017
For the Sake of MemoryThe floor is piled with tattered, / age washed images. / These faces breathe again after years behind the glass.
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May 29, 2015
Grocery ListMilk, bread, butter, juice, jelly / cereal.. / My life is my grocery list,
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Oct 8, 2014
Sleeping BeautyOnly that I can breath in deep the warmth of her beside me. Surrounded by fading dawn and perfectly pillowcased. I am lost to you, hopeless to move. Eyes beg to drink in just another glimpse. Somewhere you are walking in the painted sands of dream near the shores of the waking world. And in this crumpled sheet embrace we will waste the day. Only give me this dew kissed moment, the light, and her to keep forever.
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Sep 25, 2014
The CookHe is ethereal, gliding through the vapor curtains in rhythm to the music. / His father's gift, memories of the big kitchen where he made the cherry strudels. Here part of him moves the hands that paint laughter and the chime of crystal. Too much, not enough, herbs chopped and sprinkled on the sizzling stainless steel. The blade flashes it's silver grin upon the butchers block. Boil, stir, simmer, mix the colors on the pallet and brush on the final coat. Peaches from the stand down on the highway, ***** from the bay just a few minutes walk down that dirt road. He works for there is peace here, he paints for that one girl's smile, and it is enough. Pour a glass of red and sit. Let us break bread together.
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Sep 11, 2013
Backyard StarsAll these backyard stars are sailing, sweeping, spinning over me, still the ground is calling. Lay, stay, stare in awestruck wonder at the infinate diamonds as they dance thier ancient waltz. Who else stared at this beauty before these were my backyard stars? Farmers, ranchers, lovers, they must have stood here, on this calling ground dreaming, wondering, kissing. Now they are mine, my ageless lights. I give one her name, though it probably has been named before. The earth moves and still cries out, but it is too cold. I take my last drag blowing the smoke like a goodnight kiss, someday I will sell this house, stars and all.
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Feb 2, 2013
Thomas O’Keene and the Imagination MachineThomas O’Keene, like most little boys, / imagined great things when he played with his toys. / In the big room that he shared with his brothers,
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Jan 22, 2013
My Monkey FriendThe Monkey on my back is named Apathy, / He doesn't like bananas, he likes Pall Malls. / From one long filtered smoldering to the next,
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Jan 22, 2013
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