Thursday, 2 June 2011 at
21:40
under
love,
pomes
take the ocean
and put it in a box
but don't tell me
and I'll know
that when you smell a rose
when you sip a bit of life's ember
you'll think of me
and I will always be there
a million hugs
in the sound
of the ocean
waves
(when you wiggle that box
back
and forth)
Wednesday, 1 June 2011 at
17:21
under
earth,
life,
love,
pomes,
spiritual,
thoughts
who needs forever
when you have a moment
to be a sea
of sensations
here
to spend one more night
on earth
who needs to be in love
when there are endlessly different stars
fallen
in a poet's palm
leaves
unanswered letters
don't stop
life comes
from far beyond chrysanthemums
and november fog
and it's here -
are you?
Saturday, 28 May 2011 at
19:49
under
art,
pomes,
shorts
I once had a poem
about a dream
which was the answer to -
what kind of poem would be an answer to this question?
Sunday, 22 May 2011 at
00:45
under
life,
shorts,
spiritual,
thoughts
shadows are effortless -
how are we doing?
Saturday, 14 May 2011 at
09:16
under
life,
prose,
spiritual,
the self,
thoughts
Tuesday, 10 May 2011 at
01:13
under
little things,
love,
pomes
if the world was a whisper
(in French)
and the sound of waves
the sand
if a pebble was a mother
then I would love a thousand roses
every time you kissed goodbye
and every time I fall in love with you
you are beautiful
because of a rose I can't smell
because the clouds turned from grey
into blue
and I heard you say
nothing
(in French)
at
00:35
under
life,
love,
pomes,
spiritual
a word is a word
and it points to something
that isn't a word
a word is
a word
(the only word to be a word)
for love
is not a word
it's the little kisses
that like a gentle breeze
caress your eyes
a smile that once
whispered
and said everything
by moving oh so little
the same smile
that fills your breath
with such stillness
and you move
you touch
what used to be
a falling leaf
(the last falling leaf)
the end of a whisper
of time -
love is now
a word
was when you read it
and like a little stream
it runs down your cheek
the same cheek
I once kissed
forever
but watch my words
loveisnow
is
the fleeting sensation
of a thought flying out of the window
leaving behind
a tingling body
and freeing, perhaps
a little space
so I
can
now
be