Dust and light

September 23, 2015

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in soft morning light
silence recognizing space
there is room for all

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Sleep easy

March 26, 2015

Of all the wanted things,
my only, is
to say goodnight

Subtle love

October 30, 2014

Finding. A hidden poem in your pocket during work….all the things I’ll never say

hilltop breeze

August 8, 2014

Kentucky trees

erasing all thoughts

for a moment I was there

kissed by its’ breeze

 

The crisp, moist fallen leaves

clinging to the bottom of my jeans

everything so simple

space

July 29, 2014

…and so we spend our entire life trying to acquire the most accurate wisdom only to realize that we don’t know a fucking thing…there may be no greater gift.

July 28, 2014

Freed Fireflies final

 

 

Illusory veils

Blankets upon the mind

Capturing up moments

imprisoned fireflies

Heed the warmth of flicker-flame

As awareness becomes fire

Fuel for the journey

Coals of desire

 

 

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May 30, 2014

Hop on in…

 

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01:55

May 22, 2014

Maps made of hands

with comfortable borders

An old friend arises

 

The brain played too much of a role

 

Empty smoke moves towards the element

while a symbol of love clicks across keyboard

Horns play this final line

 

 

The end is near

April 4, 2014

The rules no longer bind

The guilt won’t hold

The machine is broke

Tell me how to speak

And i’ll abide

Tell us not to feel

I’ll fall in line

All everyone needs

is to be treated artificially

Tell us where to send our money

Use yours books

to make us fear

Teach us who not to love

The reign has gone on long enough

The end is near

The rules no longer bind

The guilt won’t hold

The machine is broke

Self-deception

March 4, 2014

Living out the shadows cast down upon us, cause it’s all we’ve ever known

Holding back everything that makes us real, cause all we learned was fear

 

 

And they say, “that it is what it is”

“It’s all the same”, well it’s  just self deception

Living the same old self- made lies once again

 

 

And they say, “that it is what it is.”

“It’s all the same”, well that’s just self deception

Keeping the truth of pain and freedom at arms length

 

 

Back to the heart of me

 

 

Living like a crayon in a drawer full of spoons, feels like liberation

Forging forward as others think it too soon, breaking all the chains

 

 

And they say, “that it is what it is”

“It’s all the same”, well it’s  just self deception

Living the same old self- made lies once again

 

 

And they say, “that it is what it is.”

“It’s all the same”, well that’s just self deception

Keeping the truth of pain and freedom at arms length

 

 

Back to the heart of me

 

 

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