-This piece was inspired by the song that follows below-

(Feb. 22, 2010)

The moon is high and shiny
Above me and the papers
Are torn into pieces all around me

Shreds float on the grass

All the words that I write
I’ve forgotten if I wrote them
To hurt me or to hurt you

Prickly pins on papers

But the sun is high and shining
Above me and the balloons
Are down on the ground all around me

They stay here with me

All the tears I’ve cried
I’ve forgotten if they have fallen
Before or probably not yet

I wish I knew

And the moon is high and shiny
And the sun is high and shining
Papers torn, balloons on the ground

I am here

But laughter…it fills my heart…at
Just the thought that maybe
You could look at me

And look past

What I see

Under the torn words and
Just over the drowned balloons

Is me

And I

Know that you’re used to

Balloons in colors flying in the sky

But if you see me

Could pick me up and

Have something sort of beautiful

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My Beautiful One...

We Are The Angels

We Are The Angels
(November 30, 2009)

You make me
You make me

You eat my
My soul that’s
There’s no other
But me that’s

And burning

You pull me
Out through my

The day is
Days dark and

We soar in
Soaring through the

I see the
The reflections of

In your eyes

And I feel
Thunder here inside

You make me
You make me

Your palm in
Your hot palm

Bound by the
Sealed as burning

We are the angels

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My Red Rose & My Other Flowers Too

My red rose...and my other flowers too...



(December 23, 2009)

A piece of a soul
All covered in blue
I picked up by a stream
A steady stone pathing my way

A part of a soul
All warm like sunshine
Shimmered and blazed like light
Just behind the waterfall
Guiding my way like
A torch in the night

A pocketful of a soul
Clear and wishful
Like midday
Swims around me like air
Through to the mountaintops
It leads my way

Pieces of a puzzle
A puzzle I make my bridgeway
My bridgeway of steel, wood, and rope
Steady leading the way o’er
The waterfalls
To the other side

Pieces of a puzzle
A puzzle I make my pathway
My pathway of stone, brick, and tar
Steady providing my tread o’er
The forest moss-grounds
Through the woods thick

Pieces of a puzzle
Feelings that I see
Are whispers in my ear
Are voices calling me

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A Little Wonderful & Fireflies

This piece of mine is one of my absolute favorites, and it also drew a a great reaction from my readers! :) It remains, and will always remain, as one of my favorites, as it stays very very close to my heart. A Little Wonderful.

A Little Wonderful
(August 8, '09)

I feel like I am

a little wonderful.

In this

whole, whole
big, big
horrible, horrible

And there I am-

a little wonderful.

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(November 16, 2009)

The universe is infinite. Never-ending, constantly expanding, always growing. And we know this. And since we know this, I wonder why we choose to put limits onto ourselves. I wonder why we would rather build roofs on top of our spirits and say “That’s the top and that’s as far as I will go and then I will be happy.”

Too often, and for too many of us, our stars are hanging too low, too shallow in the deep, vast universe. And we pick the nearest stars to gaze at when in fact; there are horizons of stars far beyond the ones that we pick. There are galaxies and solar systems and supernovas and star clusters and nebulas…

If we can only see a certain horizon of stars now, that may be only what we can see, but we can know that when we reach these stars- then we will be nearer to the next star cluster. We will be all that closer to the next supernova, the next galaxy, the next solar system. And if we want to zoom through the universe faster, we can always ride on comets!

We must always know. Even if we do not yet see. We must know that after good there is always best and after best there is always better than best and then after that, there is even the best of the best and then after that there is always spectacular!

We come from a limitless universe. We began from an infinite beginning. Why do we put limits onto our visions? Why do we measure up ourselves according only to just what our two eyes in our heads can see?

I know that I will always be zooming on the back of a comet.

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