April 3, 2012
February 20, 2012
“I will travel you without a map
or compass, I will navigate
by the stars and the moon,
the planet we live on,
my own bones, they will tell me
how to crawl inside your laughter
and I will sleep there.”
Elizabeth Cohen, excerpt from Another Love Poem (via holdonmagnolia)
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February 14, 2012
In the inbetweens
Where we met -
When life was soundless.
You were everywhere and nowhere
I could deny the stirrings
The reality of the inbetweens
I could be the last to know
In a sea of clues
In the inbetweens
We began
And laughter made time
Speed by in days hidden in hours
We stay hidden
In the inbetweens
Between x and x and
…Oh, how I love you so.
- 14 February 2012
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January 17, 2012
Poker
I was invited to the table
You pushed your way in
I was the small blind, you the big
Through the flop, we glared at each other
My nervous habits, fascinated you so
As you tried to bluff me into the fold
Just after the turn
And me with a million tells
I’ll go all in before the river
I never gamble
And I don’t have a poker face
I only risk it when I’m royally flushed.
- 17 January 2012
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“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
William Shakespeare, Sonnet Number 116
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August 30, 2011
Haiku
Blues is the color
Of a punctured heart
Bleeding across guitar strings-DJ Renegade
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August 15, 2011
All I Ask (D. H. Lawrence)
All I ask of a woman is that she shall feel gently towards me when my heart feels kindly towards her, and there shall be the soft, soft tremor as of unheard bells between us. It is all I ask. I am so tired of violent women lashing out and insisting on being loved, when there is no love in them.
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August 7, 2011
Drought
Mother nature’s cruel doubt
Keeps this temperature high…
While brief showers provide
A small respite with
No real true relief.
As heat simmers and rises,
The hope of changing winds,
Lingers cautiously in the clouds…
While I wait patiently for a
Hurricane of rain to
Pound against my skin.
- 7 August 2011
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