Through the warm jet stream
Of an old kerosene lamp
Walls become curtains.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Young Heart
I hope I will still be enjoying the thrill of wielding a finger to smear smiles that linger on chilled window panes in my sixties
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Striving
I don't crave being different
or part of a craze
but to purge
my indifference
escape
from the maze
of shallow partitions
that channel
|my soul|
between greed
and ambition
along rails of false hope
toward a destiny
( void )
of love-rooted meaning
where regret
in hindsight
will
/\/\/\ burn /\/\/\
in the twilight
of a life spent
striving
with me
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