Tuesday, April 18, 2006

[Nothing To Hide]

that's enough

What is it you rhyme?
when you time
your words to the beat testin
the limits of your life passed
to the next kin
inherit the best thing
the soul memory
enscribed without fear of the body
afloat in the ether
the big house for the ghosts
written in stone
in an invisible ink
as the little ones lost--
(under development dreams)
big things
crush but never kill
so live like no matter what you will
know no other
but the patience it takes
to grow to grasp to gravitate
fate like space dust
accumlate into us
what?

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Words are meaningless

Without work, words are dead birds. Still and quivering in the wind, this beauty will not fly. I try to face this everyday, but I have failed. So far, I have only tried to make a dead thing live. There is no potential. There is nothing to defend. Nothing to protect. That was all a dream. Wake up. Wake up.


Wake up.

and Stand.