death was
weightlessness
unpacking all
the bad karma you
accumulated against
the good
life was juicy
a study in animation
test flight of the soul
not to demonize
dying
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Tag Archives: life
(grow) up
when dead broke the bills
get big and ferocious they yell at you
late @ night cant get no sleep
growing up u discover u
your own problem now
billy
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sounds like bees
like indy cars life
engine buzzing
flies by
checkered flags
means your through
hopefully they made it
2 the finish line
too
the girlfriend
the wreaths
cow milk
4 you
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shift.ing
life once was song
created and produced by crickets
ina full throated silence
now
flying down a dirt road at dusk
consumed with emotion
she demands
we find another
gear
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deep cut no.2
life like
a switchblade
it can be used
against you
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be like a poem never will be written
how does one describe the exhalation of breath
the incomplete gesture the
tangible space suddenly
apparent?
there is a part of me died with you
a fragment
a trailing cry pulling at my hair
wanting to lash out and
break…
something to see
the color of blood as
a way in
as a way out
to look for you
all this is like a poem that never will be written
to die to find you
to leave this alien place premature
and come home
when life was wonderful
i wanna say how grateful i am. what a wonderful life. today is gonna see rain in a dry land. what could be more welcome than tears to a hardened, willful visage? when life was wonderful was now
life & luck
i am so lucky to even live
so many in my circles they
passed on
may the thankfulness
live forever. if nothing
else
coda
wip. coda
this morning i was not feeling well but i got up just the same and chose tea instead of coffee to steam in a cup beside me while i wrote. i worked on the epilogue. i am reframing it: coda. i also changed the prologue to prelude. i did not simply choose these words because they are sweeter to the tongue. i chose them because i do see my novels, holistically, as musical compositions. they have rhythms and beats, high and low pitches, hooks and repetitions and refrains. life is like that, too.
life on life
fightin to breath
swamped with media
loving you
mad at a careless system
sometimes it feels like
the last day
and
our boots crush the leaves
trodding on
into the thick
of it
