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Jul 29 · 498
She’s a keeper
Samuel E Jul 29
When I met her
the flowers gave me my lines,
my world rippled new colors,
and words called to me
from the sun, moon, and stars.
Simply put.
Jul 26 · 261
Tracks
Samuel E Jul 26
Crystal gusts whistle—
fox paws print icy gravel
by evergreen pines
Because I get fixated on haiku sometimes.
Jul 25 · 236
Flight
Samuel E Jul 25
Dandelion seeds grow
to fly away with the wind—
and see the sky once.
I have this image in my head of a dandelion seed in the sky. So, yeah.
Jul 25 · 233
Ambrosia
Samuel E Jul 25
When I reach for free time
as an adult,
and quickly find it taken,

I remember that ambrosia
is only for the gods,
and mortals beware,

do not interfere
in anything
made for the gods.
I love Greek myths, but common. Where are days of nothing?
Samuel E Jul 24
A love poem plays words
on piano wire,
hitting notes
while the writer scribbles the keys,
scratching out
their feelings
to songs like Drops Of Jupiter.
Drops Of Jupiter by Train is actually a lyrical poem about the lead singer’s mother.
Samuel E Jul 23
My eyes stare at words
like vege and meat
on a cutting board,
cutting each to meaning
                               sound
                            meter,
sentences and syllables,
my OCD mind refuses to stop
revving the gas pedal
on my 1991 Buick LaSabre
before doing donuts in the parking lot
of a shut down K-Mart.
Regrettably, I’ve never actually done donuts in a car. I have been in a car when someone made the choice…15ish years ago.
I have been alive long enough to know places that have gone out of business. RadioShack, K-Mart—and the first one—Hollywood Video. There are others I’m not even thinking about, I know, but I used to love Hollywood Video as a kid.
Jul 22 · 104
Paths To Follow
Samuel E Jul 22
I had an idea
  Of what to write
                          say
                        recor­d
But got lost
like a rabbit who took
the wrong turn at Albuquerque—
and so I’m lost for words,
but here I am.
Notes
Samuel E Jul 20
They told me to listen
because they’d already learned
enough from books to know

as they burned my soul
in their book burning glow.
Choices made in ignorance follow us the rest of our lives. It doesn’t matter to others what we knew at the time. Many see people as 2 dimensional on their own 2 dimensional way of thinking. A person can only be their experience and memories, and you should forgive them for that. It usually isn’t their fault.
Jul 18 · 210
Cinnabar Candy Bar
Samuel E Jul 18
Sickly sweet memories
play back
in a sugar coated mess
of— chocolate wonder,
and
a pile of laughing snickers.
Never eat radioactive candy.
Jul 16 · 278
Cellophane Heartbeat
Samuel E Jul 16
I’d like to find the words
to cut right through the muck,
but when it comes to you
you know that I’m just stuck,

I ready up the blades
and soap clean my hands,
to work toward the heart
no matter where it lands—

All the things—
We said—
Will forever be dead—

But I’ll hold on—
Instead—
You’ll always live inside my head.
I think the words mean what I mean to say.
Jul 16 · 50
Frame Games
Samuel E Jul 16
When clouds float
from your head
and words seep
into space,
and frames pan
around you—

You might be a comic book character—

In someone else’s story—

A little unoriginal—

Straight up 2 dimensional,
good or bad,
and you might never know
if it’s all for their show,
for their entertainment.
You meet all types eventually. Preachers, teachers, politicians, and convicts. The latter two are often the same.
Jul 14 · 195
Fall to Spring
Samuel E Jul 14
Amber trees shed leaves
To make an earthy cradle
For new seeds to grow.
Saw a haiku. Felt like putting one together.

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