September 2011

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Sun on Dew

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Sun on dew

Motionless trees

Water in the skies

Little birds

Exquisite flowers

Fall under one man's eyes

And in them fire and the breadth of souls

Behind the portrait lie

Then I wonder if something isn't wrong

With my own unseeing mind.

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Hair and hands

Lips and cheeks

Ten thousand glancing eyes

Words and names

Conflict and confidence

Ten thousand truths and lies

And in them fire and the breadth of souls

Flame against a restless sky

Then I wonder if something isn't wrong

With my own-, with. With time…

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No I can't say.

Because [ ] is like a mask and also like a lie

I can show you things inside of me I want but can't provide

As my eyes watch frames/pictures/graffiti on traincars rushing by

I have one moment and four words to make the poetry come alive.

I almost never try.

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But as I struggle and stutter to show a vision that I see

You watch silent, as two sunrays strike your face like two small dreams

And so many more yet, ten million people all turning in their sleep –

Do you know?

Artists try to recreate what happens when you speak

And your eyes write lines of what I try to tell with poetry.

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Loss and death

Cold and pain

The sun already set

Knives and clothes

Music and words

A forest and a cigarette

And in them fire and the breadth of souls

They remember and forget

Something new from something old

That broke again and again…

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Laughter and friendship

Memories and places

A car and a goodbye

Under flaming sun

Misting clouds

And a great blue ocean sky

And in them fire and the breadth of souls

A spark and depth of life

Then I wonder if something isn't wrong

If I…something- if with my mind…

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