Cut the roses. Cut all of them and give them to me. My palm is the grass that grips everyone before and everyone after.
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.28.15
A world where daffodils are left on front steps to cover the megalomania
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.23.15
There are hungers and there is matter. There is divulgence and there is maturation. And where to ever find a balance between the two. ...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.22.15
My cup was dry. A desert. Baked and droughty like July. The paper walls were starting to shrivel in as much as they touched and looked like ...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6. 21.15
It's incredible, really, that I have two people whom I love that much and who love me the same. But making them both happy is the grit o...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.19.15
A song written by my mind about my mind that is only my mind and nobody else's mind Verse 1: Pink clouds & pancakes Chorus: ...
Love In The Club
I'm glad you decided to come to my party. I know the streamers were a bit crooked, and most of the balloons we tied ended up popping. ...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.18.15
This pizza And artichoke dip Feels really good Inside my tummy Late at night
Daily Poem on Consciousness. 6.17.15
It was going to hurt, but I had to ask. It was like when you loose your first tooth and you always expected it to be painful. Tasting no...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.15.15
We watched the electricity behind the clouds and held hands over the center car console. Maybe one day we'll watch the same but over b...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.14.15
There is a minute with you that holds only 60 succulent seconds but it feels like many, many more.
My Hands & His Hands
I'm trying to be more sensitive to myself, in recognizing that my skin is very busy being skin holding everything inside and my veins ha...
Daily Poem on Consciousness. 6.13.15
I always imagined the walls to be torn down recklessly and unforgivably, but really you just waltzed through the doorway.
Daily Poem on Consciousness. 6.12.15
It wasn't something that happened right away. It happened when the blisters, and the grime, and the callouses had been loved off. It hap...
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