♪i could never
Saturday, April 26, 2008
say it to your face
but i think that your eyes are really pretty♪
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a knife
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
to your giving tree
does it hurt when you think of me?
the leaves you tore off as we grab a rake
the branches you felt it right to break
a knife to your giving tree
when he's on fire will you think of me?
and switch your favorite season just one time
to one with more heart, soul, thought, and rhyme
you took a knife to your giving tree
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Labels: poetry
anything
Sunday, April 20, 2008
can connect us. anything connects us all. anything can connect us to each other, to our essences, to the essence of the world. some use words, some use paints, some use dance, some use song. some spend their lives looking for something to use. some spend their lives in motion, the act of living makes them feel it. some pour their time and energy into their family, into their heritage, into the essence of themselves. the feeling, i imagine, is relatively similar, a sense of purity and clarity that is unrivaled by any of your other respective crafts. a sense of being and purpose that you thrive on when immersed in your world of song, your world of color, your world of shapes, sounds, sports. anything. anything can give you the feeling. pure and uninhibited joy and clarity. this is what you were meant to be doing at this second at this minute at this hour on this day, and it just feels perfect. this feeling, purity, clarity, purpose, we all feel in our own way; playing a chord, writing a series of words, blending colors to image, scoring a goal; this is what connects us. this is our essence, and collectively, this is the essence of the world; our avenues and boulevards that bridge the gaps between our differences.
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Labels: clarity, life, philosophy
sometimes i
Sunday, April 13, 2008
wonder what you're looking at
a clear glass
empty
what could you see?
can you see?
stars in your eyes
but your old necklace dances
eager in the painted box, i think
waiting for me
for clarity
for me
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secret of the year
Sunday, April 6, 2008
i'm standing right here
and i'm going to destroy everything that you fear
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