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Wednesday, July 3, 2013


I find my moments my days lately
filled like an abysmal  repository
with negative feelings
 My mind has wandered
into a cave filled with shards of mindless
objections to all that surrounds me
My cup once kept tepid with a little hope
salvaged from many aging but savory memories
is now leaking and the lukewarm brim
is chilling my lips that wish to sip
The constant rain day after day
has dampened my spirit where once
it wore ebullience and joy in a mindful
choice of attire

      ~ Rainy Landscape~

…Each drop of rain is my failed life weeping in nature.
There’s something of my disquiet in the endless drizzle,
then shower, through which the day’s sorrow uselessly
pours itself out over the earth

…It rains and keeps raining. My soul is damp from hearing it.
An anguished cold holds my poor heart in its icy hands.
The grey hours get longer, flattening out in time; the moments drag.
So much rain.

…A cold hand squeezes my throat and prevents me from
Breathing life.

…Everything is dying in me, even the knowledge that I can dream!
I can’t get physically comfortable. Every soft thing I lean against
hurts my soul with sharp edges. All eyes I gaze into are terribly
dark in this impoverished daylight, propitious for dying without pain.

The Book of Disquiet: Frenando Pessoa

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Love's Lore

In your embrace
cockles of your
gentle thoughts
of your
the tender
of your

lights of night
creating shadows
in the dark
the only sounds
can be heard
are my tear drops
falling to the
my hearts beat
thinking of your
and sweet memories
rustling in
my head

my arms are
to my side
naked feet
feel the wet
of grasses
between my
the waft
of nighttime
and tears
taken shelter
in my nasal

the journey
has been fair
more kind
and gentle
than most
I suppose
but because
of this
the torment
to my soul
now that you
have left
is why
the pain
so great

if I could
change but one
moment of my
life I’d make
the moment
of your embrace
last for one
more minute
than before
so that
in my heart
our love
would become
and loneliness