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when was the last time you felt like this?

Mon, 11 May 2009 14:36:33 -0400

when was the last time you felt like this?

Your love was never ending

Sun, 10 May 2009 16:49:00 -0400

Once upon a time we had a lot to fight for … We had a dream, we had a plan ….
Sparks in the air we spread a lot of envy
Didn’t have to care once upon a time !

Remember when I swore ” My love was never ending And you and I would never die”

Remember when I swore … We had it all

Sail away, it’s time to leave … Rainy days, are yours to keep … Fade away, the night is calling my name … You will stay, I’ll sail away

Once upon a time we used to burn candles … We had a place to call a home
The dream that we lived … was better than divine …
Everyday was like a gift, Once upon a time!!!

Remember when you swore ? “Your love was never ending, That you and I will never die”

Remember when you swore? We had it all , We’d never fall!!!

No reason to lie, No need to pretend, I’m grateful to die, To live once again

I’m fearless to fly, And reach for the end !!!

Sail away…. The night is calling my name !!!

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Sat, 09 May 2009 16:25:18 -0400

Edge of her skin

Thu, 07 May 2009 22:44:52 -0400

There’s some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I’m drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin

And could you be the one that’s not afraid
To look me in the eye
I swear I would collapse
If I would tell how I think you fell
From the sky

My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile.

It’s the feeling I get
My palms with sweat
Like some kind of daydream
I’ll never forget
I’m stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin

Be mine

Thu, 07 May 2009 17:34:16 -0400

he said to her - be mine i’ll bring the world to you i’ll kiss away your pain with happiness beyond words we will dream together walking hand in hand be mine forever. she looked at him in wonder, not knowing, it was not a dream love she sought all life when all she had was pain she said to him-kiss away my pain i give myself to you.

becoming the truth

Thu, 07 May 2009 16:55:12 -0400

Along the hard crust of deep snows,
To the secret, white house of yours,
So gentle and quiet – we both
Are walking, in silence half-lost.
And sweeter than all songs, sung ever,
Are this dream, becoming the truth,

Entwined twigs’ a-nodding with favor,
The light ring of your silver spurs…

- Anna Akhmatova

Why can't it be mine?

Wed, 06 May 2009 17:41:00 -0400

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures had all been washed in black, Tattooed everything…

I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, Tattooed everything…

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll be… yeah…

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a sun in somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine?

I ran

Wed, 06 May 2009 17:26:00 -0400

See, I think you’re scared. You put up a big glass wall to keep from getting hurt. But it also keeps you from getting touched. It’s a risk, isn’t it, girl? At least I had the guts to admit what I felt. Someday you’re gonna have to come up with the courage to admit you care.

‘I care’ she said.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom

I let go. Like in business I always say ‘a bad hire strengthens the competition’s hand. A good general feeds off his enemy.’

Actually, Sun Tsu said that last line. In The Art of War. and I don’t give a fuck!

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Tue, 05 May 2009 16:44:08 -0400

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Mon, 04 May 2009 15:57:28 -0400

This is a Photograph of Me

Mon, 04 May 2009 15:19:00 -0400

It was taken some time ago
At first it seems to be
a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks blended with the paper;

then, as you scan it, you can see something in the left-hand corner a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree (balsam or spruce) emerging and, to the right, halfway up what ought to be a gentle
slope, a small frame house.

In the background there is a lake, and beyond that, some low hills.

The photograph was taken the day after I drowned. I am in the lake, in the center of the picture, just under the surface.

It is difficult to say where precisely, or to say how large or how small I am: the effect of water on light is a distortion.

(But if you look long enough eventually you will see me.)

This is a Photograph of Me