Thought-Random:
A touch of total darkness,
the sound of drumbeats deep,
the hold of excruciating pain that
rends my head to diverse sections -
leaving me in consummate
helplessness, it makes me cling to
life's one strand of hope for release
from this hellish fire that wants to
consume my thoughts, my feel of
the world, my desire to breathe in
essence -
But defeat swathes me... and I yield!
Random thoughts that obtain at the spur of the moment: -conveying recall of time gone, projecting aspirations and preferences for the future, revealing present choices and dispositions, ushering one's heart to aspects unreal.....these make up reconstructed time.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
February 6 - Race you!
Thought-Random:
From the school bus to that embrace
To now she says: "Race you to the doorstep!"
And I say, "Little girl, you got it!" So we go -
"On your mark, get s- Hey! not fair!"
She just went running but okay, she's
Coming back, laughing like,- oh God!-
Laughing like the world is all hers
Or that the world will never end!
And under her breath she says, "Just kidding!
Come on, let's start all over!"
So again we go - "On your mark, get set, go!"
And off with the wind she - looks back, though.
And runs to me with arms outstretched,
Ready to lift my prostrate form,
Like she, for the love for me, could undo
That misstep I did,- mortifying and clumsy!
"Please don't die!", this time, she is crying!
"Of course, I won't!" Now, quick to my arms
This angel I take. And seated both we are now
On the driveway, yes, not quite by the doorway
But in each others' comfort,
"Hush", I say, "I'm okay!"
I'm no good at racing, am I?
From the school bus to that embrace
To now she says: "Race you to the doorstep!"
And I say, "Little girl, you got it!" So we go -
"On your mark, get s- Hey! not fair!"
She just went running but okay, she's
Coming back, laughing like,- oh God!-
Laughing like the world is all hers
Or that the world will never end!
And under her breath she says, "Just kidding!
Come on, let's start all over!"
So again we go - "On your mark, get set, go!"
And off with the wind she - looks back, though.
And runs to me with arms outstretched,
Ready to lift my prostrate form,
Like she, for the love for me, could undo
That misstep I did,- mortifying and clumsy!
"Please don't die!", this time, she is crying!
"Of course, I won't!" Now, quick to my arms
This angel I take. And seated both we are now
On the driveway, yes, not quite by the doorway
But in each others' comfort,
"Hush", I say, "I'm okay!"
I'm no good at racing, am I?
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
February 5 - Warm as Wine
Thought-Random:
She half-runs out the school bus
this angel with a backpack pink,
arms outstretched ready to catch my neck
ready to squeeze the life out of me with
hunger you'd think she suffered for years.
So I let her as I savor love so warm, so
sweet, so heavenly as none
but a child could give.....
She half-runs out the school bus
this angel with a backpack pink,
arms outstretched ready to catch my neck
ready to squeeze the life out of me with
hunger you'd think she suffered for years.
So I let her as I savor love so warm, so
sweet, so heavenly as none
but a child could give.....
Sunday, February 3, 2013
February 4 - Once upon a cloud
Thought-Random:
Through my window this cloud,
its backdrop the blue sky makes.
And in this morning fair assumes
a giant bear, then a mountain -
Now it shifts into an open book, into
a wine glass, into a - what's this?
This face outline it now assumes, I just
had in my mind! But it goes, yes, it fades.
Just like time, it slips away!
Through my window this cloud,
its backdrop the blue sky makes.
And in this morning fair assumes
a giant bear, then a mountain -
Now it shifts into an open book, into
a wine glass, into a - what's this?
This face outline it now assumes, I just
had in my mind! But it goes, yes, it fades.
Just like time, it slips away!
Saturday, February 2, 2013
February 3 - Afternoon Breeze
Thought-Random:
. The school bus is late but I stand in wait to notice
that shifting among the tree leaves in a distance-
The agitation makes a slow progression toward me
and now I feel on my face his touch -
this gentle, playful, wisp of a wind.
. The school bus is late but I stand in wait to notice
that shifting among the tree leaves in a distance-
The agitation makes a slow progression toward me
and now I feel on my face his touch -
this gentle, playful, wisp of a wind.
February 2 - Fire
Thought Random:
Fire is life rather than destruction.
It is the blaze that triggers your mind
into wanton achieving;
It is the flame that keeps in your heart
the love light burning.
Fire is life rather than destruction.
It is the blaze that triggers your mind
into wanton achieving;
It is the flame that keeps in your heart
the love light burning.
Friday, February 1, 2013
February 1 - Rain
Thought-Random:
With the rain, I see beauty
in the wanton downfall of water:
clear, ....fresh,... pure,.....cool,....
unmindful of anything -
of anything
but to meet the kiss of earth!
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