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No matter how blue or serene the sky might be, sometimes, a hole may occur. Now replace sky with soul. Although in the first case the hole is also as blue as the sky itself, in the second one the hole could be as dark as coal.Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Monday, September 19, 2016
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Refresh
Refresh the page.
It is the same.
The words are there,
and are unchanged.
A new page will soon arrive,
new words will soon arise.
it'll be a new day...
when newly crafted words
will fill the page...
o
Monday, September 12, 2016
Where was I???
Where was I when you were burned and broken
While the days slipped by from your window watchingAnd where was I when you were hurt and you were helplessBecause the things I say and the things I do surround you
While I was hanging myself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what I heardYou were staring straight into the shining sunLost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slowWhile you pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastimeyou took a heavenly ride through our silence
You knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to lifeYou took a heavenly ride through our silenceYou knew the waiting had begunAnd headed straight into the shining sun
Autumn's Sweet...
o
There's still drought outside, and still we feel the summer heat in the air surrounding us...
The calendar says it's already autumn...
"Autumn's sweet we call it fall"
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Learning to Fly
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skieso
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
I Capture the Castle
What good are words on a page?What good is anything if a man can't open his heart and let himself out?
o
Friday, September 9, 2016
The Closed Door
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A glass door...
A glass door...
Or a crafted door...
A closed door adorned with a Moon, lit by the Moon itself by night...
A door closed by a shade of pale; a whiter shade of pale. Or, was it something else? The light of an eye? The shadow of that rounded thought?
The hazyness of a lost soul? The dark side of a distant Moon, a golden Moon?
The tides of Mars? The unthinkable size of Canis Major?
It was probably the color of the endless space, and the shapeless time...
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Shadow Story
and tricking rocks...
Tricking stoney grounds
for wiser thoughts.
Drinking darkened coffee
for wiser thoughts.
Drinking darkened coffee
in the morning mist.
The morning mist
The morning mist
of (our) thoughts...
Distant thoughts
of (our) closest deeds...
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