reflected in your eyes
streetlamps are stars
they move my heart
and urge me to hold you
closer
These polls are getting the best of me.You are Charlie Brown!
Which Peanuts Character are You?
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longing to smell
the vanilla of your skin
dreaming your perfume
searching through my clothes
and sheets
for traces of you
now long gone
i look out onto an empty room
and i feel the echo of my aloneness
i tire of filling the space
with disembodied words from recordings or radio
as the winter sets in
i pull back
like sap
deep into a tree
wanting
to be missed
i hope another will come
bearing the warmth of a thaw
My friend Mark had a great link on his LiveJournal site. It asked what tarot card are you? This is what I got:
I am The Hermit
The Hermit often suggests a need for time alone – a period of reflection when distractions are limited. In times of action and high energy, he stands for the still c...
i miss her
she has been so soft and full recently
waiting
in the cold crisp sky
a silent sky
fills my ears
in the glow of my watery stara silent sky
feeds my soul
warm and full and safe
like oatmeal
on a winter morning
So, as I clean this place in preparation for my move, I took a break to clean up some sound files:
• Angel From Montgomery
• The Garden Song
They still aren’t perfect. But, they are a bit better.
Hey, why don’t I have some people over after my move, take out a 4-track and have some fun record...
Another post to MysteryTribe:
Have you noticed that it is “easier” to be against something than to be for something?
It’s easier to be against the war (as an example), than to be for peaceful negotiation.
So much rhetoric is shaped to exclude and by that exclusion define what one is against…
...
This was my most recent post to a list called MysteryTribe:
For why is all around us here
As if some lesser god had made the world,
But had not force to shape it as he would?
-Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur. Line 13
Around us, in this world, are shapes clammouring to be lesser god...
i bend over and take the wood
from the stack under the tarp
its dry
stacked a year ago
the snow blows away
my arms are full
carrying wood to the porch
stacked again
inside the door
near the stove
they wait
I think I first heard this song when I was about 14 years old. I’ve been hearing it in my head lately. I hope you like it.
Sorry for the hum.
I’ve been googled!
This is great! And, it explains how I am up to 748 hits a day!
Now, if I could only get more of you to POST replies…
If only 10% of you would reply to what you read, listen to, or look at here, this would all be so worth it.
steven
