Saturday, December 13, 2008
the definition of movement
A to B
dot to dot
place to place
thought to thought
the turning of plates
the wobble of sounds
instructions of mind
instruction goes round
the vision of beat
the sound of certain noise
the feel of vibrations
the guidelines of choice
commands without improvement
the definition of movement
dot to dot
place to place
thought to thought
the turning of plates
the wobble of sounds
instructions of mind
instruction goes round
the vision of beat
the sound of certain noise
the feel of vibrations
the guidelines of choice
commands without improvement
the definition of movement
Not quite there
it was a burning cold day
it was raining drops of sun
it was a clear sky of clouds
many storms that there were none
it was a short and quick speech
it was a mean compliment
it was connecting but would not reach
it was still so it went
it was happily sad
it was terribly good
it was well known yet confused
it would'nt because it would
It knew where it was
but it wasn't quite there
it was raining drops of sun
it was a clear sky of clouds
many storms that there were none
it was a short and quick speech
it was a mean compliment
it was connecting but would not reach
it was still so it went
it was happily sad
it was terribly good
it was well known yet confused
it would'nt because it would
It knew where it was
but it wasn't quite there
Charms of a Cat
you have a quick pace
you have a slow velocity
you have an unreasoned race
yet slow to cross and see
they have yet to understand
that you're unrolling your plan
of abomination and creation
of teaching and reaching
I have not learned about you
or your ways and how you do
You're a republican and I'm a democrat
I know that you have secrets and the charms of a cat
you have a slow velocity
you have an unreasoned race
yet slow to cross and see
they have yet to understand
that you're unrolling your plan
of abomination and creation
of teaching and reaching
I have not learned about you
or your ways and how you do
You're a republican and I'm a democrat
I know that you have secrets and the charms of a cat
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A poem I wrote
All the faces we see
All the moments in life
The great thing we call peace
Cut down by the knife
The knife called war,
politics and religion
And fighting is not an eagle nor hawk,
nor lion or bear,
but a mear soul,
what I call me,
what others call you,
what souls call leaders
For my eyes are for seeing
my ears for hearing
and my heart is for living just as everyone else
For the ones we love and the ones we hate,
thou are from the same brotherhood.
All the moments in life
The great thing we call peace
Cut down by the knife
The knife called war,
politics and religion
And fighting is not an eagle nor hawk,
nor lion or bear,
but a mear soul,
what I call me,
what others call you,
what souls call leaders
For my eyes are for seeing
my ears for hearing
and my heart is for living just as everyone else
For the ones we love and the ones we hate,
thou are from the same brotherhood.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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