April 5, 2010
Radiant in his glow towering high above alone in the blue sky, burning, yearning for yet another chance to see her face to meet her lunar gaze in the lonesome space. A procession of stars precede her rise adorning a sparkling dress in the night sky from her solemn slumber, she eagerly wakes impatient, having waited to sate her heartache. Only briefly do they gaze upon each other unable to touch, too distant for contact passing by each other, their hearts race knowing one day they can again embrace. He awaits his chance to twilight serenade she awaits her chance to touch her soulmate on the night when they again will be united body and soul as one, their hearts await. The solar eclipse, their heavenly place to join as one albeit for only a moment content are they with the slightest of time as the wait is worth that single embrace.

Radiant in his glow towering high above alone in the blue sky, burning, yearning for yet another chance to see her face to meet her lunar gaze in the lonesome space. A procession of stars precede her rise adorning a sparkling dress in the night sky from her solemn slumber, she eagerly wakes impatient, having waited to sate her heartache. Only briefly do they gaze upon each other unable to touch, too distant for contact passing by each other, their hearts race knowing one day they can again embrace. He awaits his chance to twilight serenade she awaits her chance to touch her soulmate on the night when they again will be united body and soul as one, their hearts await. The solar eclipse, their heavenly place to join as one albeit for only a moment content are they with the slightest of time as the wait is worth that single embrace.

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March 29, 2010
Crescent Shape.

I sit upon this rock the highest point it’s called, from here you can see so clearly everything before you especially this moment which always captures me enthralled. A scene of beauty that happens every day, but one which we usually let pass us by if only we’d take time to look to the west and stare up into the sky. Watch the sun set sliding down the horizon, soon the moon will take over as watchman as it bids the sun be gone. As it goes to bed for us for others it is starting to wake, for us it is the evening now becoming late. For us it is approaching dusk while for others it is a new morning, as we close our eyes, others are opening theirs, for them a new day is dawning. The further down it goes the more it spreads its rainbow glows, plastering the sky with vivid pinks, striking blues, rich golds, fiery reds and royal purple hues, colouring the clouds with its glory dying them for a short while, I always think they look like they’ve been to the hairdressers this thought always makes me smile. As in the distance lights flick on as it gradually gets more dark, as houses suddenly switch on their electrics and cars becoming little moving sparks. Scurrying opaque ambers, dots of regal ruby, clear quartz illuminating the small town square as the moon now comes on duty. For all that is left of the sun is a splash of hazy yellow, just a few seconds ago it was so striking but now it is starting to mellow. Joined by indigos, navy and black, stars keep their big companion company a night in the sky they’ll be sat. As twilight descends I suppose you could call it that the sunset is at its end, but just think if you could skirt to the other side of the world and see it starting to rise, wouldn’t that be marvellous… 

Chasing the sun across the skies? This is something we rarely enjoy, what with vehicles and machines working non-stop there’s always constant noise, but man has made it so, this is what life has become, but take the time to close off your ears back to nature is the way to go…. As I stay on my perch Waving to the setting sun.

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March 28, 2010

Did you feel me reach in the darkness with the slightest touch of my finger to trace your lips? I wanted to stroke words that whispered from your mouth. To smooth over beautiful caress around lonely and cradle a falling sigh. I think I kissed the pictures in your mind, I think I browsed near dreams and nibbled into sweetness. Did I peruse near hopeful?

I meant to.

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February 24, 2010
Advent.

It’s the joy we have in passing time, and the smile we hold inside- Which make us seek the new dawn along the fragile and restless line. It’s the murk we dread to walk and the sorrow we despise to choose- That set our soul to seek freedom out of darkness and sinfulness. It’s the breath of days unfolding the secret life it keeps to share which make us thrive on living within the marrow of our existence. It’s the quiet declaration of self-restoring the splendid nature we had sometime; that helps us keep on yearning as we struggle to tread the light. It’s the hope we learn to cling on as we wait of things sublime which sustains our hearts on beating in harmony with the dawn of time.

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February 14, 2010
Absolute Resolution (Black & White)

Perspective sings these shaded grays awake-

Long not for the surety of your youth when absolutes were easy ground to stake: resolute positions absent of proof.Maturity brings those faded days to fore, introspection births new philosophies, incredulity that I was so sure, now aware of my mind’s monstrosities. Black black hats in westerns, bad luck from black cats, evil easily defined in pictures— such simple immemorial combat, basing bias on some scripture’s strictures shine the light of nuance on certitude: social stains once paid such veneration often spring from absolute platitudes— witness: American segregation. White was a time when polite society cherished this immoral privilege. Racially defining society, which is, by any measure, sacrilege more than race, age, sex, division of creed, we fall prey to baseless supposition showing certitude to justify deed Seldom contrite of our own volition. Life presents itself in the subtlest shades: chords of certainty birth arpeggios trailing our fervent youthful escapades as certainty fades diminuendo.Independent thought, born to make contrasts examines not just what but also why, begging youth’s expectations be surpassed, asking what purpose Black and White belieResolve to witness your remaining days examining everything astutely— give consideration to all the grays, measure the minutia resolutely.

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February 3, 2010
Prequel.

Poetry will be forgotten on the bookshelf
Paintings will eventually blend in the wall
A long novel can rest under our pillow
But where do I go?

Flowers will always get thrown away
Chocolates turn into empty wrappers
Songs get put back in the cd case
But I have no place.

Necklaces are unclasped and hidden
Expensive perfumes are washed off
Letters are folded and stuffed in a drawer
But nothing stops the slow-moving hour.

If thoughts live deep inside of you
And still can make you smile
Then maybe a treasured memory
Is the point of my last mile.

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February 3, 2010
It consumes me leaving little more than hope. It drains me leaving enough to break. Without form it shapes my stature. Without strength it holds me down. I can run from it yet it finds my hiding place. I can ignore it yet it has me as a captive audience. My pain has no price tag, I am in debt for its worth. My pain comes from within, I am the only owner.

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February 2, 2010
Fake Smiles.

It was taught to me when very young to always turn the cheek, when wronged be understanding when it was my time to speak. Who needs a sword of steel when my tongue can cut you down? Transgressions to me happen anthills turned into a mound. Life’s not a liability case a courtroom with a judge. If I always look for blame my life becomes a grudge. Not dividing fault in actions in what was yours or what was mine. Just remembering to err is human and forgiveness is ‘oh so’ Divine.

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February 1, 2010
Syllable of Life.

I found you knelt upon the ground, kept down by the weight of your grief. Despair threatened to destroy you. No reprieve found even in sleep. Loss by far the greatest teacher, with the hardest lessons to face, to value each moment of life, in nurturing emptiness there is no solace. I know that it is hard to stand, but your not held by the weight of loss. It’s the holding on to what came before, a new threshold your afraid to cross. Hope is found in the love you shared, at times so imperfectly. Loss awakened a deeper beauty, a reverence found in it’s sanctity. I will hold you close to me, and you can let it all go. I’m not ashamed to cry with you. No stranger am I to sorrow. The ache of grief is always there, but the emptiness will lift one day. Their life to us the greatest gift, and only by living can it be repaid.

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January 26, 2010
Surging Whisper.

An invisible thread,
ties but it does not bind,
connects though it does not constrain.
Beautiful in it’s simplicity,
though complex is the understanding.
The knots tied by hands unknown,
so light it’s weight it was undetected.
Gently laced it intertwines,
and is immeasurably strengthened.

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January 24, 2010
We wallow in nostalgia but manage to get it all wrong. True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories…

Quand quelqu’un essaie de faire quelque chose au-delà de leurs pouvoirs connue, il est inutile de chercher l’approbation des amis. Les amis sont à leur meilleur dans les moments de défaite.

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January 23, 2010
"Whether you in the Bronx and you like to spit bars and rock clubs or Mumbai playin sitars and tablas the music is a way we escape, heal and grow and you aint gotta speak the language if you wanna feel the flow olha só rapaz, a gente vai a gente vem mas o ritmo é coisa todo mundo sempre tem tudo bem, faço música com colaboradores globais utilizando piano voces tambores e mais es un laso que nos une hasta el infinito the rhythms in us it travels wherever we go."

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January 1, 2010
Feel the airy curio roam prodigiously aberrancy pauses for a bit ripely. Anxiety surfaces, moodily boisterous divinity arrives- ‘why hello my mistress’. Her mentality, intelligibly, liquefies him steadily movements so ineffable, an intertwined congruous melodious medley. Orchestrating away, merely a pawn wisp-o-‘tis, gaping, approaching is dawn. Fissures thud rampantly, podiums tremble; unfortunately, he could never resemble- only illustrate through stencils.

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December 31, 2009
Work for it!
He said: One day I want to hear you sing.
She said: Can't always have what you want darling.
He said: But you see I've proven you wrong, I got something, someone I needed and that's you, or in the process to.
She said: You have to work for it! Haha.
He said: Then I'm willing to work for love, my resume is my heart and mind. I was referred to you by someone I call my God. I heard this job is called 'blessing'? I just hope I get accepted, applicable, and hired.
She said: When can you start?
He said: I've been ready and prepared, you just have to tell me what to do.
She said: The boss is telling you not to apply. She thinks you're way too qualified and too good for this job. She thinks you deserve better.
He said: Better is you.
She said: And what if it's not?
He said: There's no possible way it's not. I applied for something I know i'm set to doing.
She said: Ha, I don't know if I deserve you.
He said: Accept me and you'll find out.
She said: There's no way I could ever deny such a great person.
He said: Good so let me repeat your question. When can I start?
She said: Now.
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December 30, 2009
Imprisoned In My Own Reality.

Like light red balloons dying in a fiery sky those tender words woven out of air are. Once they meant time and almost perfection. Now they are dreamy planets, comets so far. Consonants and vowels warmed delicate hands carving words from intransitive verbs of desire. Semantics of life written with body and ecstasy rekindled so swiftly that sweetest fizzy fire. As the eyes of time killed that sublime story without mercy, the white flowers got afraid. They froze, they cried, they saw the defeat of that naked heart in a silent masquerade.

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