We'll take the late night wind down
The night skies open roads
The mind adrift in constellations
Stars and headlights
We glide with rocket ship thoughts
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
That Day
It was slated, declared:
Rejuvenation of Magic Day
: An event to kick off a whole new cycle of fresh inspirations, movement, regenerations, love, and of course, making of magic.
Happy Rejuvenation of Magic Day to you. May it fill your heart and soul and self. May it bubble and flutter and butterfly. And glow. Yes glow in breathing rays. Inside and out. Smiles of small explosions. Idea balloons floating up dangling glimmering ribbons of different colors. And the warmth of whole. The in to out. The open mouth. The full chest. The closed eye twinkle. The raining lungs. The new morning. (s) I can't wait to see it on you.
Rejuvenation of Magic Day
: An event to kick off a whole new cycle of fresh inspirations, movement, regenerations, love, and of course, making of magic.
Happy Rejuvenation of Magic Day to you. May it fill your heart and soul and self. May it bubble and flutter and butterfly. And glow. Yes glow in breathing rays. Inside and out. Smiles of small explosions. Idea balloons floating up dangling glimmering ribbons of different colors. And the warmth of whole. The in to out. The open mouth. The full chest. The closed eye twinkle. The raining lungs. The new morning. (s) I can't wait to see it on you.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Shoulder Twitch
The room was filled with a web of stitched nerves.
You could bounce jitters off of the walls.
Your gut would flutter with anxiety to walk in.
And when you left, well, it would take many deep breaths to shake off
the lingering jitters.
You could bounce jitters off of the walls.
Your gut would flutter with anxiety to walk in.
And when you left, well, it would take many deep breaths to shake off
the lingering jitters.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
So we're taking deep breaths.
The days are sliding slower.
The light, softening again.
The heart rolling back in.
Lost and Learned. Found.
Come back around. And different.
The molecules of change are a bustling bunch.
One has to blow them with breaths from the chest.
Sometimes you have to let people know what you want.
And sometimes you have to make things happen.
The days are sliding slower.
The light, softening again.
The heart rolling back in.
Lost and Learned. Found.
Come back around. And different.
The molecules of change are a bustling bunch.
One has to blow them with breaths from the chest.
Sometimes you have to let people know what you want.
And sometimes you have to make things happen.
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