i feel you, i do,
from the inside out, deeply,
with rhythm in every thought,
patience in every breath,
wisdom in every word,
and for a little while,
i imagine our hearts,
though distant,
beating together, closely
like a clock (tick tock)
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
Taking long walks
I wander,
in wonder
In cities dense,
Over sparse
countrysides
Forging new paths,
Stopping often
To observe, reflect
And I think of you, my friend...
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Lose Yourself. Find Yourself. Be Yourself.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
I create for the joy of creating
To journey through it,
The end, is again, the beginning
The result,
with persistence,
patience
and determination
Is magic
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
We are a collection of beings that can benefit from periods of solitude.
When we can block out all the distractions, deliberate interruptions and noises,
We are able to answer the questions that we have been asking ourselves for a long, long time.
For each of us, the question is different.
My question presented itself one night,
A few years back, as I was lying in bed,
"Which way do I go?"
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Long drives with you:
Getting to know ourselves better.
Getting to know each other better.
Going and Growing together.
Being and Becoming together.
Thinking each others thoughts.
Whispering each others name.
Breathing each others breath
with a passionate, persuasive, persistence.
Our hearts beat, beat, beating
to the music on the radio,
As we sing each other's favorite songs...
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
It's a beautiful day.
If you can,
step outside,
close your eyes,
Take a moment.
Breathe.
Now,
With your eyes still closed,
Point your face to the Sun
And smile.
Take it in
Breathe again.
Do you feel something?
A tingling warmth?
Yes? Good.
That is what it feels like to really be alive.
And on this day
This moment
Was made just for you!
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
every day,
that first waking breath...
To Breathe, We Are,
the sum of all our own prayers,
answered.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
There's something to be said
about climbing a mountain-
the calmness,
one-ness (if that's a word)
the mindful majestic solitary sensation,
meditating at the top,
(for however long it takes)
climbing down calm,
knowing yourself better
than you ever did before,
content, confident,
and ready to face the world...
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
Feeling down
Looking up
A man cries "What's left?!"
Hears a voice
In the air
Ghostly
Saying Softly, Solely: "Right..."
The man turns
Hopeful
Journeys toward the light
Busted bones
Says a prayer
And dies later
In the night...
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
Inconspicuous day
We gather in greatness (a meeting of many)
I sit with
Poets and painters and prophets alike
casual and comfortable
surreal and social
We talk about
methods and theories (fundamentals of frequencies)
And we talk about
dreams and desires (delving in depth)
And we talk about
the present and the future (conceptual credences)
And let us not forget the past...
We, the artists, united, bound together
By lucidity, like minds, creative
I list, list, listen to voices
I hear conversations about
life and living
I hear conversations about
songs and singing
I hear conversations about
painters painting
I hear conversations about
love and loving
I form limericks in my mind, (mindless, whimsical)
And I am think, think, thinking
Thoughts and ideas gather and dissipate
I transliterate the ideas of others
I sense complexity thrilling, (thrilling complexities)
And then suddenly, its quiet...
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 12:57 AM UTC