Category Archives: Poetry

Wide Awake

I can not sleep though it is night; my brain is to active my mind sees light. Apparently I drank too much coffee today; two black, two irish too much for one day? My heart pumps strong each definite beat; … Continue reading

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Ryokan

Ryokan, Lived his life without possessions; but in the end, possessing love.

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Stop Here

left… right… without exception all directions are beautiful

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Package & Seal

Ping ing ing … THUNK Ping ing ing … THUNK Psz zaa zee … EEZZH Ping zng zee … THUZK Textile, steel, plastik, Alloy stamp, press, weave, stick. zoom, tik tik tik, zoom. PACKAGE & Seal, Fork lift. Spend more, … Continue reading

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Cutting The Edge of Möbius

On the horizon I see in high contrast ideal aesthetics a closer look a second pass. Creating concrete from dream blurring the lines escaping reality movement shutter speed, kaleidoscope. Dark long spiky hair climb the summit close my eyes release … Continue reading

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Electric Tunnel

Looking through space through time A tunnel that breaks the surface Break through lightning my heart pounds faster hair wisps by like feather drops The wind leaves me here on a concrete island. Look for transit, a way through the … Continue reading

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Cloud Dreams

Look at the sky, so vast and wide; keeps life moving, like an endless dream. Sometimes a bird, or cloud passes by; every so often, someone stops to say hi. And every morning, as I wake from this dream; I … Continue reading

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Can I Say?

I miss you every day, I miss you every day. Can I say, how the night unfolds? I can’t say, how my story ends. Every little bit of sun, can i say? Catch it, lick the dew of dawn. Just … Continue reading

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Blue

Blue angel dust whisked past my view, clouding my vision, grabbing my attention. Some sort of magic aura these pixies of the third race possess. I followed the blue cloud into the brass, wood, and stone chamber where I was … Continue reading

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