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Friday, October 9, 2009

Glass Bird


Glass Bird


She chained herself within a cage- glass bird.

Adamant to heart and mind save- glass bird.


Love is a hoax. It shatters dear darlings.

Recluse rather than bare refrain- glass bird.


Broken voice. Pseudo smiles. Pretentious bliss.

Apathetic to grieveless grave- glass bird.


Alas, bloody broken reflection glimpsed

Sparrow to miser vulture breaks glass bird.


Disgusted. Disdained. She bound up her mouth-

Life's penance. Pallor pink to gray- glass bird.


Her despair repulsed those apocryphal friends.

Shattered; charity clings one fray- glass bird.


Vagabond glimpsed the child in filthy tomb.

He quietly speaks to allay glass bird.


She shakes at his voice yet pleads to be saved;

He longs her soul to assuage- glass bird.


To rescue her he would himself will pain-

His love risk her flying away- glass bird.


I would breathe his comfort and sing once more.

In rough warm hands Deirdre will stay, glass bird.



Wednesday, October 7, 2009

It would be a miracle...

Psalm 1:3
He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.

Can you do that with this broken bird?

terrifying void


why have you rendered me desolate?

i am swimming with searing arms and yet my lungs shrivel with the water's choking flow into them.
i am running barefoot on glass and bottle caps and oyster shells. running to my doom.
i took flight from an ignited sycamore, but my bones are splintered like decayed wood.

i scream in agony and terror.

WHY?!
WHY HAVE YOU GONE FROM ME?!
YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED NEVER TO LEAVE ME NOR FORSAKE ME!

But the Heavens remain reticent. So I paint myself black. Who am I kidding?

new found


writing is my new found freedom.
photography is my new found passion.
love is my new found scarecrow.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Blue Eyes

"Then I drew your eyes very blue, and I stuck them on my fridge."
-JayMay

Will we survive?

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Cleanse us with your tears


Clouds are old men. Hoary pure heads with soiled feet. They have seen so much. They have ambled the heavens, shuffling in our selfishness, our prejudice, our greed, our malice. The aged sages wander above, always reticent. Days, weeks, months pass below the seemingly placid skies. Until the old grandfathers cannot bare our wrongs any longer. They mass together and mourn for humanity. One leaks an anguished howl, another sheds a tear. One by one, pity engulfs them and they cry.
We on earth shake our fist and curse their overwhelming grief. We are drenched and late to work.
And the eternal clouds continue their tears until their existence is spent on sorrow of man.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

self explanation (unprovided)

i trod.
and see myself
in the
shattered pavement
dead summer leaf
final raindrop
lonely dandelion
unconsidered moth
crooked brick
dirty cloud
sidewalk shadow

no mystery i cannot explain myself.