Saturday, August 29, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly
Let Yourself Feel by Esteban Diácono
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Friday, August 21, 2009
Red for the blood I'd spill to own it
Who gives his heart away too easily must have a heartJames Richardson
under his heart.
The heart under your heartThe Heart Under Your Heart by Craig Arnold
is not the one you share
so readily so full of pleasantry
& tenderness
it is a single blackberry
at the heart of a bramble
or else some larger fruit
heavy the size of a fist
it is full of things
you have never shared with me
broken engagements bruises
& baking dishes
the scars on top of scars
of sixteen thousand pinpricks
the melody you want so much to carry
& always fear black fear
or so I imagine you have never shown me
& how could I expect you to
I also have a heart beneath my heart
perhaps you have seen or guessed
it is a beach at night
where the waves lap & the wind hisses
over a bank of thin
translucent orange & yellow jingle shells
on the far side of the harbor
the lighthouse beacon
shivers across the black water
& someone stands there waiting
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
I can still hear you, even through your whispers
You're one of the people who has left Plato's cave and can never return because of your knowledge of what it means to be human... You're blessed/cursed with the understanding of society.C.H.
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Saturday, August 15, 2009
I am a mirror
Ten Things I Have Learned About The Sea by Lorenzo Fonda
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
And maybe you'd say, "I remember that boy..."
Blue Skies (The First Days of Spring film trailer) by Noah and the Whale
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Sunday, August 2, 2009
Thanks, thief, for the lesson
youMillionairesby Charles Bukowski
no faces
no faces at all
laughing at nothing
let me tell you
i have drunk in skidrow rooms with imbecile winos
whose cause was better
whose eyes still held some light whose voices retained some sensibility
and when the morning came
we were sick but not ill
poor but not deluded
and we stretched in our beds
and rose in the late afternoon
like millionaires
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Saturday, August 1, 2009
If you have problems why don't you go solve them?
Tell me how, do IJust The Past by Peter Bjorn and John
Get to know you
You untie me as if I were a shoelace
You let out all I can hold between my buttons
With you I get nothing
Even if, I gave
You a mountain
On a bad day you don't think your are at the top of it
Then how can I change that
When it's in your fundament
You can't take a compliment
Take a rest with me
After a long day
Foots on the table
Don't take them down down down
Don't take them down
Is it your parents?
Or just the past
Or just the past
If you, should reach
What you aim for
Don't kid yourself to blame for
What's obviously not your fault
Then laugh this away
You won't get to hear
What I really have to say
What I see is not
What you think I see
And what I think
Is not what you think I think
I know me
But you don't know me
'Cause I don't know you
But...
Take a rest with me
After a long day
Don't take them down down down
Don't take them down
Is it your parents
Or just the past
Or just the past
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